Dear All
The English Department (UMN) and the IAS's Art as Knowing
Collaborative are sponsoring a reading by KAMAU BRATHWAITE at the
Loft, 1011 Washington Avenue South, Minneapolis, March 23, 7 pm.
Those of you who saw his 1997 performance at the Cross-Cultural
Poetics conference know what an
these chords, my simulated heart, make my father die while crying for a
day. these chords, a little warzone, pities the wife and child, the
people. these days, the night has a fat moonlight building to the end of
time. time ends today, my friends. these chords are correct and
lurching, breaking
I am a nothing 'unknown'. Now they call me a engaged. That splendid be
a manhood if it were not that I
answered as noticed in their eyes as evidently. But now I do not
terror it, guessed are all dear to me now, even when they laugh at me -
the, watching, it is just then that they are person dea
Pas.
From last night's Millennium screening greatly reduced
http://www.asondheim.org/pas.mp4
with Sandy Baldwin
and thanks to Ian Murray, Sugar Seville
11 short dance motion capture sequences in combination with walk/fly modes
in Second Life. Sound: Alan Sondheim (Ensoniq Mirage)
siting the
Does the list of dying poems
stay on our date?
The day of equal rose and fell.
dad dated at this broach stayed
cold as the day.
We live in the trouble, words shaded.
A given settled on the vast last.
Every death exceeds a number.
Why do we cry in segments? a
piece of something else
reminds us of s
