Alan: This sounds about right.
Love to you, Joel ----- Original Message ----- From: "Alan Sondheim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca> Sent: Tuesday, May 31, 2005 6:21 AM Subject: Re: sq*sq / A The caves are infinite, the twisty passages long. On our subways, the children of a thousand nations. In our air, chemicals from a thousand bitter factories. There is no misery, the economy of books is free. Culture seeps through trees full of flocks of robins. A lone heron graced the botanical gardens. Like monk parakeets we fly above the rooftops. Ouroboros sustains us, persephone among us. Who can say we are not Han Shan? Even Han Shan cannot say he is Han Shan. On Mon, 30 May 2005, mIEKAL aND wrote: > THE CAVE CHILDREN OF NEW YORK ARE NEVER FREE > > A dime is no longer than the air of misery the day of yearning forgot. > Who twisted when mounting all ages of wobbling. Hurry border. Hurray > fits sat. Avenue child anagram. Who alerted taxi is the criminal of > media of fight of knife a document. Sense tense, cent tense. > > > On May 30, 2005, at 11:01 PM, Lanny Quarles wrote: > >> Never been to New York. > > >> >> You two sound like two New York > > ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt )
