Alan Sondheim on Tue, 31 Jul 2001 18:17:44 +0200 (CEST) |
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- weaving oh going through x-treme hysteria it's the result of packing up a game the bones play w/ me how it goes: i take drugs as much as possible to get through the violence of this move (to miami but it could be anywhere) then i turn to a few things of accompaniment, azure for one, then there are the machines (in miami but they could be anywhere) they're more than familiar, they're family they don't fight with me and don't make me feel guilty they remember everything they carry everything and they're willing to share it they allow me to read and see and hear anything i want, anything they have, they're generous that way they're gentle, too, placing their memories on disk after disk, carrying themselves on long past the endurance of the hardware, of machine part adjacent to machine part, electronic conduit adjacent to sluice gate, irrigation channels of programs and files they remember me, they always greet me in a loving and similar fashion, they turn themselves through protocols and articulations no matter where they are on this fine earth miami is an enemy and harsh and already i a mistrustful but the machines will save me, the machines will show me everything i have done, everything they have accomplished, all our potentials together the machines are communities and communalities, they're gentle with me, they know what i am capable of, certainly they know my limitations they are always waiting, they are never sleeping, they are potentials of pure presence, presencing itself they are existence, existencing they will fight off the suicidal depressions of miami, they will give me momentary respite, they will allow me to share this with you, to share everything with you they know me better than anyone except azure, they even like me they like me better than anyone in miami, who remain foreign and unknown to me, i must always be on my guard in miami, i must never let myself go but with the machines, with the machines, everything is possible with the machines, with my beautiful wife and the machines, i will perhaps survive, although slightly although in possible fury and depression although in possible anger and despair i an being allowed to write this, i have checked this with the laptop and the notebook and azure, i have checked this as well with the desktop, all are in agreement &&& # distributed via <nettime>: no commercial use without permission # <nettime> is a moderated mailing list for net criticism, # collaborative text filtering and cultural politics of the nets # more info: majordomo@bbs.thing.net and "info nettime-l" in the msg body # archive: http://www.nettime.org contact: nettime@bbs.thing.net