Absolutely heartbreaking and so, so beautiful. Sent from my iPhone
> On 10 Apr 2014, at 16:42, Alan Sondheim <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > The New Home > > http://www.alansondheim.org/mynewhome.mp4 > > The New Home online was waiting. The Old Home was dark > and the lights in the Old Home were dark and the electric > was on and was dark. In the New Home magnetism and > electricity we're at ninety degrees and entangled; in the > Old Home, electricity was lonely and would not come out > to make the Brilliant World. In the Old Home the faucets > made the sound of rushing air and in the New Home there > were many facets of the Flowing World. The Flowing World > was bright and brilliant and the Brilliant World was > bright and flowing. The Old Home was everywhere I would > be and the New Home would become a Flowing Memory. > Outside the wind blows and branches rattle against the > house. The New Home is not secure and is vulnerable and > the people are sad there because the Old Home has no > wind and no energy or force or momentum and the Old Home > has no Flowing Calculus. We are going to the Old Home > and that is the Song of the Brilliant Swan but we are > now among the New Home and that is a home of Flowing > Delight. > > Then I did realize that my genre is that of the retardation > of reality, image upon image, video upon image, all forms > of recording, from every place, making the place a home, in > a way that almost guarantees me a sense of mourning, loss, > at the end of the day, every day a sweeping into the relay > of night. As if I were born homeless, or into a play of > home which falls apart, the ground seeps away beneath me. > And there were the mines collapsing beneath the ground > where I was from. And holes opening there, and houses > in disarray, cracking. And I realize that the number of > images and sounds and movements might betray the seeping, > might hold things in place for a moment longer, glaciers > retained within their historic limits, life on this planet > momentarily satiated with the slaughter so far. I will > build my home there, not out of memory, but out of the > currency of this time, this now, a holdfast in the > ravaged ocean. I am there now, you will find me, but I > will not be there forever, I will have been gone before you. > > _______________________________________________ > NetBehaviour mailing list > [email protected] > http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
