Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.21.1808150007450.18331@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Now in Montreal
Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 00:09:33 -0400 (EDT)
Now in Montreal https://youtu.be/wwCHkBeLH9o http://www.alansondheim.org/mtl014.jpg Rue Sanginuet Now in Montreal The story 38 years ago I walk here now. Now I walk here. Now I cannot pass, beneath here. Above here. I cannot pass. I passed before. (Or [In this contingent fact. I passed before. Of one or another I passed before. Of the light in the loft. Of the images.]) Never. Our lives are not in our lives. Not by the short shot. Nor the long. Not a bit of it. Memory fills with the death of memory. Memory has no name. Then in Montreal. I walk in Montreal. I pass. I pass someone. Someone has no name. And memory? Memory has no name.