Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.21.1805222209110.29508@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: gone
Date: Tue, 22 May 2018 22:11:24 -0400 (EDT)
gone http://www.alansondheim.org/gone04.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/rab.mp3 rebab anguish forms striations, competitive, self-tensed, words fall out, i resort to music, saying that word without a sense of it today is a better day or a best day, when i can do something and look back at it, hear back at it, saying, this is a distance and this is done rebab speaks always and the desert seems somewhere lost in the almost square saddle-body, fingers above the single string, saying earlier speech than that or talk as i embarrass myself with a poem, i can hardly see, hardly play it, someday the sound will disappear saying, these are the last words you will ever