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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Tuesday, February 9, 1943
Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2018 21:02:34 -0500 (EST)
Tuesday, February 9, 1943 http://www.alansondheim.org/1943.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/bells.mp3 This is the last gasp of technological freedom, freedoom, available; at the same time i'm depth-shamed Tue Feb 9 14:31:34 1943 shamed 2 the very core of my being, shamed to the depths of my mind, shamed in front of the wmf, white male fundamentalists, who judge me in my shameful exacerbated nudity in the cold room with concrete walls uncovered. shamed against the storefront of the street in central Europe, O shameful storefront and shameful body leaned there, O shudder of that body, O wasted world distraught with hands before me, everywhere, fluttering and moving at so violent speed, this dank covering of mold and slime, i will turn slime, i will move, will surge, O cover-up Tue Feb 9 14:35:46 1943 O surge and my thin loins fall to pavement and i begin crawl elsewhere out of central Europe to new home Amerika to WMF Amerika, I will hide out, I will pass so I move to small forest outside a small town, there on a log I sit, seethe, pulse, crawl, I am evanescent, I will grow, spore, spread, I will fight WMF, I am Cell, I nucleate, I breathe, expel me, Seethe, Seethe, on this long and then: duration, waiting, a bracket or parentheses, I am One Become Many, I am Manifold, I Multiply. Tue Feb 9 14:38:51 1943 then to elsewhere, that LOG which I belong, and then, this loss of Mind and then Movement Elsewhere, and then Log Log algorithm, I multiply, I Exponentiate: I BECOME [1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111] and Many Multitudes far deflected, derailed from that Street In Central Europe, My Thin Loins, My Being Beings [1111111111111111111111111111111111111] Tue Feb 9 14:41:51 1943 The sense which carries Memorial, Smell of the Seething World, Europe and Amerika and Everywhere Among Us, Manifold Among Them [1] and Reach, Candelabras in my Hair, my Spores, my Beings Themselves, O Spores! O Candelabras! to this LOG LOG where I will Flourish and Begin Again with Many Followers and Many Kind Leaders, Listening to the Wellsprings of the World [1111111] so my Journey is that and my Pathway in the Journey is That, and That I have owned with no Presuppositions but LOG LOG EXPONENT, the nighttime sky dark, the Smell of Wood and Embers, remembrance of Bodies Burned and Memory [111] Tue Feb 9 14:45:30 1943