thank you for striking images, sounds and the writing. out of sky a lot of things have fallen it seems, i cannot articulate fear except fear for (the people in Houston and my friends who stood in the water or looked up to the storm), and then I pondererd, last week in Frankfurt, what I would have done back home in Houston, stayed put, evacuated, crawled through a hole I'd make onto the roof as the water rises?
I was at the museum in Frankfurt to see "Kinetic Painting" https://youtu.be/bsI_KDii8po http://mmk-frankfurt.de/de/nc/ausstellungen/ausstellung-details/article/carolee_schneemann_kinetische_malerei/ a breathtaking retrospecticve of Carolee Schneemann's work; but then I met up with a friend who lives there and she calmy tells me that 65 000 people would be evacuated on Sunday, as a heavy World War II british bomb HC 4000 has been found during construction work in the west end. This reminded me that Gordana Novakovic, last spring, told me the same, her Kilburn district in London had to be evacuated, when they found a World War II german bomb there. that war ended more than 70 years ago, and so I read Alan's poem in this light, everything is there; it has not ended in fact. Johannes Birringer ________________________________________ [Alan Sondheim schreibt] Sent: 04 September 2017 03:37 plane depth in the furious light of the leader's bomb out of the sky falls more sky http://www.alansondheim.org/pvd14.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/plane5.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/plane6.mp3 2nd radio, different frequencies, plane interior you hear what the plane says only what the plane says, its capability of your hearing http://www.alansondheim.org/coupling.mp3 improvisation by changing antenna inductance with hands (on the way to death i will do this music) http://www.alansondheim.org/pvd15.jpg we will die in the leader's bomb these sounds will do no harm furious the leaders square off in their squares their squares are full of tyros marching batons, frayed conductances, unruly radiations maze and meander obliterated, there are no paths among us every direction is a path on a plain of scythes and glows every image is there, michelangelo pulling from the rock (dead michelangelo pulled from the rock) nothing moves and everything hurts, what the plane drops up from the ground rises more ground out of the sky falls more sky _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
