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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: the new world
Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2018 23:53:51 -0400 (EDT)
the new world http://www.alansondheim.org/newworld19.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/auto1.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/newworld20.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/newworld22.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/newworld23.jpg back @ Toronto, the newbuilding fallingdown construction continues, rampant, annihilating neighborhoods and difference, the presence, pre-sense, post-sense of erasure and catastrophe - everywhere the contusions of anonymity, scars as a city is destroyed. sounds rise from the ashes but as such are ephemeral, obtrusive whispers. the new world feels nothing towards whatever remnants are present in the rubble - neither this nor that, the new world self-disposes, disappears in the process of its gray creation. look/see the hammers at work, hammers stored i'd imagine in the very foundations of the ensuing drab construc- tion. I'm left speechless, but speech itself is drained, doesn't matter, possess no ontology, occupies no continuum. so here I am, playing to save myself, distraught and watching parts of this city I love collapse just as central Brooklyn collapsed around us. think of an epidemic of walls, exclusivities, money passed hand-to-hand, or the stakes of high finances on the backs of those living in these structures. the opposite's also true, of course, but just as deadly - see for example July 2018 Harper's magazine, Death of a Great American City: The fall of New York and the urban crisis of affluence, by Kenneth Baker. Or go back to Davis' City of Quartz. Or look around you. by the way i always hear of the insufficiency of the past, the necessity for dense packing with increasing plenitudes of amenities, the requisite for expansion; at the same time i always hear of the necessity for using less, reducing inequalities and their accompanying plenitudes of amenities. & then again, I'm only an ignorant flaneur in this parts, as in every other, as within myself for that matter, the multitudes within, confined by flesh always already on the way out - & so playing to save myself, the music above, and culling below: this early morning saving work keeping me alive, better now than never etc. It's keeping me exhausted, simultaneously working on so things i am ashamed of keeping me awake at night itself manifest, something keeping me on track and the track a little the plateau3 world) (against depression) (keeping me alive) (against things i am ashamed of keeping me awake at night driving that's the only thing keeping me going) - it's the early morning the qin keeping me sane. - -----things i AM ashAMed of keeping me awake at night (keeping me alive) (against away from you, Joan - theorizing itself is denial, keeping me alive -- Joan, who does not exist, who appears from an alternative fiction, as if these buildings still had life in them. & as if we still lived in them. & as if we were still alive. +++ 14c14 < the presence, pre-sense, post-sense of erasure and catastrophe - --- > the presence, pre-sense, post-sense of erasure and catastrophe - 61d60 <