From: Radhika Gajjala <radhika-AT-cyberdiva.org> Subject: .. Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 08:29:52 +0500 From: "annapurna" <annapurna-AT-cyberdiva.org> To: <sa-cyborgs-AT-lists.village.Virginia.EDU> References: <jUsT.aNoTheR.mEsSaGe.iD.10611764606321-AT-webmail.valueweb. net> Subject: Re: ... Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 09:29:34 +0530 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1106 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 making peace making quiet inside my head i stretch out my hand and touch my mirror my monitor screen babies in my lap with the persons they will become looking out of their eyes real? imagined/imaged? virtual......? realimaginedvirtualrealimaginedvirtual..... ----- Original Message ----- > Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 04:24:39 EDT > Subject: Re: ...spin awhile > To: sa-cyborgs-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu > MIME-Version: 1.0 > X-Mailer: 8.0 for Windows sub 6014 > X-StripMime: Non-text section removed by stripmime > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" > > > > wonderment out here in space the quiet is it peaceful or scary? cease > > the questions for a while nothing more void-like is a cousin of that > > feeling up in the air in an almost pleasurable way the gentle sway of > > the day in contrast to when not could feel another question brewing > > or doing what it needs to be born actually it was at least an embryo > > and now has a twin however now both for a moment forgotten a kind > > return of oblivion always or nearly so resistant to good or bad byes > > reflected in our eyes and our.... > > I kept thinking of those endless cities of the imagination, Italo > Calvino > stories of dreams and hopes and aspirations, and somehow I knew the > space > was no > longer quiet, but roaring, alive, 1001 nights burning in the midnight > sun so > peaceful, so scary when the ice cracks and the glacier groans and the > hibernating bear of imagination turns over and over turns innui, > the killer, > the > silent, secret upwelling inside that creeps forth at dawn, the false > dawn, the > eternal dawn that never occurs but reoccurs and answers back, an > echo, an > afterthought, a plea reflected and in our eyes... > > [c 2003 thomas fortenberry]
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