Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.21.1804022055010.12560@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: tronic
Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2018 20:56:33 -0400 (EDT)
elegant dark tricks with tronic murmurs the bodies respond: the bodies think nothing: the bodies respond: the bodies think nothing: the bodies respond: murmurs: http://www.alansondheim.org/saz18.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/elegant.mp3 ::and i'm worn out beautiful women of the willow and fair behind the screen, shapes of dragons, cranes her hands fluttered in geometries, shapes humans behind the stones of the screen jennifer stood by the jade screen luna celesta, heard murmurs in the distance nikuko's hands made flame-cast shadows sutra of non-being the edges of the screen curled the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword the humans preparing the final act there was hardly anyone there they're here in the world they're unfurled you could read the future if you knew the future ::elegant dark tricks with tronic murmurs her hands fluttered in geometries, shapes it is love and sex, it is death and hard bushido it was a soft summer evening, kyoto, 1321 luna celesta, heard murmurs in the distance the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword the stones of the screen murmuring like humans ""there was hardly anyone there they're here in the world they're unfurled you could read the future if you knew the future ""respond: bodies the her hands fluttered in geometries, shapes it is love and sex, it is death and hard bushido it was a soft summer evening, kyoto, 1321 luna celesta, heard murmurs in the distance sutra of non-being the edges of the screen curled the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword the stones of the screen murmuring like humans there was hardly anyone there they're here in the world they're unfurled you could read the future if you knew the future ::respond: bodies think nothing: think bodies nothing:: her hands fluttered in geometries, shapes it is love and sex, it is death and hard bushido it was a soft summer evening, kyoto, 1321 luna celesta, heard murmurs in the distance nikuko's hands made flame-cast shadows sutra of non-being the edges of the screen curled the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword the humans preparing the final act the stones of the screen murmuring like humans ::there was hardly anyone there they're here in the world they're unfurled you could read the future if you knew the future murmurs: respond: bodies the nothing: think bodies murmurs: the bodies think nothing: the bodies respond: murmurs: the bodies think nothing: the bodies respond: murmurs: the bodies think nothing: the bodies respond: murmurs: