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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: festschrift @ 75 years old @ 12:05 a.m. in the morning
Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2018 00:24:22 -0500 (EST)
festschrift @ 75 @ 12:05 a.m. in the morning ::errhu on the 75th birthday 2/3/43:: http://www.alansondheim.org/alanerrhu.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/errhu0.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/errhu1.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/errhu1.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/errhu2.jpg ./factor 1943 1943: 29 67 I was born in the dark ages, literally, wilkes-barre, pennsylvania, anthracite and flood country. what was there was isolation for this jewboy and grit. always gray sky i remember and trains carrying coal colored blue. there were cave-ins and mine schedules. there were fires in the hills. we were half in a jewish community there. i didn't fit in. i read ginsberg's howl and notes from underground and was saved. i got in trouble in highschool, a methodist private school where i remember singing onward christian soldiers in chapel. my father was my enemy i tried to please. i left the valley in a wreck. i almost flunked brown. i survived and made a mess of my life and others. i'm here now writing. i am a man mad about music, writing, grit. the grit is in my bones. i'm mad about azure who i know has saved me. i'm mad about media and the digital raster of everything now we create against the obdurate and abject abyss of the earth itself. the raster is upon is, the abyss is within is. we are falling farther than we know and we think we are falling father than we ever have before. we think we are safe in the raster and now i am waiting two and one half hours to place this online and i will be 75 years old and counting on refuge and a moment of peace. Sat Feb 3 00:02:46 EST 2018
