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On Thursday, January 26, 2006, at 02:34 AM, [EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
Little Play, 1 Act, 3 scenes.
Scene 1.
Dan Waber: The silence between words
Lanny Quarles: scabs
Alan Sondheim: filtered until patterns are discerned.
mIEKAL aND: One word.
Bob BrueckL: If only I could never be there enough.
Lewis LaCook: for Mary.
John Lowther: I am, I am, I'm, I am, I am, I'm,
my true love, anyhow that's me.
But I am up for what comes.
Lucio Agra: Gorgeous ambience.
Scene 2.
Allen Bramhall: startled and palpably touched,
paradise knows, dingbats, too
abstruse, murmuring, smoke of poems,
infringing, with the rinds of candied limes,
in proportion to, they were cloudy,
and very grainy, unveiled before
Alan Sondheim: The others are long-wire sounds.
Sheila Murphy: What a beautiful piece
Harrison Jeff: or waking to "spectral"
Alan Sondheim: The shuddering, sky-murmur, untuned,
U-shaped long wire antenna. Spectrum,
aurality, digital, raw, stars
John M. Bennett: an a dumpster, melting, crust, rot, dim,
jot, eat, sprawl, rumple, smouldered,
toothache, swarm, bile
Tony Trigilio: intersect the lines of this "x" from its cross.
Radiant rants
Scene 3.
Bjorn Magnhildoen: what, can you change it left?
Come when I am here, dissolving
substance, zero bites hard.
Jukka-Pekka Kervinen: floppy, whack impact, proposition,
discontinuity, speech,
interface, map
Alan Sondheim: Now it appears in dreamtime. Sacrifice
of being siphon cipher hyphen
chasm
Allen Bramhall: silver-plated, signal, grazing, fire, balls,
your head to desire is a woman, bottom,
roughly towards, tinges towards, wireless
Alan Sondheim: I create forms and spaces so that bodies
may sway and move to distinct modalities.
CURTAIN
--Bob BrueckL
