(since I tripped a couple of days ago over a curb, testing post- covid typing, memory, haptic technology, my mind/fulness), theory) __ Typing Unsighted, Training Untraining: Example and Theory
From Where
http://www.alansondheim.org/fromwhere.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/fromhere.jpg "Where are you from," fifteen asked fifteen, standing face to face, circulating, taking turns, manumission, as if there were only, each answering the other as if the narrative drove the sound of the typing on the mechanical keyboard in the front of the office where I sat, eyues closed, recording each and every moment that occurre,d wheil none of on==us, none of us , knew what was actually occurring beneath the ground or in the back rooms of the complex whichwere something of a university structure, although for whome or for what was never to be found u=out as we noticed the ceiling was clowly descending, and we thought, oh that kind of a narrative, but then it ascended again, just as slowly,, back to the level or place that it had started from, the original height in other words, and we= were confused and perplexed, what could have been occuring that this event was allowed to happen, particularly as it existed solely as something typed, a series of symbols, within whcih=====which we all agreed to participate, as if this would pay for room and board within the text or at least a meal down the street where there were no ceilings under an all too brilliant blue sky that contained among other things several birds, a plane, a helicopter, and an increasingly sullen sun as the clouds begn to move in, covering up what desperate deeds and despairing thoughts anyone might have had on either said of the bulwarks which cast e=heavy shadows so that everyone was hidden well within the outlines of the four story building in the backgroun =d that contained recordds of, ,shoudl==ld I say, this story, but this isn't that kind of postmodernism in fact, not even a postmodern style, but a ture account of what was actually occurring that day of May 125, perhaps on a Thursday, 1/5 the chance, in 1735, within and without we were hurried along to see one of the early steam locomotives that were destined to carry the frontier of the true West northward, into the providence, not yeat formed we can only assumed, of Metricuous, Canada, rfd. Second Part - The Revelation yes, and this is later in the day and this is how it all began, just sitting here typing with my eyes closed, wondering if and when I'll lose track of the singular sentence that embraces me as I continue unsighted down the page, focusing on nothing again because if for an instant I stop and think, yes this is what I am doing, the error will appear, as consciousness splits at that point rather unevenly I might say and then I would have to start over, something I don't want to do, writing becoming more automatic now, I'm thiniking of the words, not their presentation, their spelling, and so forth, but just the flow, focusing almost zen-like, not on languge at all, not aopn language itself, butt on emptiness - and I never thought of that before this - that language can be created through emptiness =m=, not the usual way of thiniking about it, as if reading and writing and speaking dominated the mind - I know for sure now it doesn't and hwhen an error appears, that's were language actually appears in this act - in the presence of error, because otherwise language remains in remission, a revelationn and perhaps I said that before - you see for a second I stopped there and noticed that more errors came to the foreground precisely be cause I was focusing oon the typing, not on the emptiness that I need to complete this, and this is the opposite of the way language is usually conceived, here the grammar is flowing and I'm not, or in a sdense elsewhere, within consciouenss, not the unconscious is a language, none of that stuff, but an unconscious that is really devoid, I think of water, in the sense of a pond, noot even a river or stream which would imply flow - there is no flow in imminence! and with that punctuation I should be able to complete this sentencee which is literally literature revealing itself to me in a different form than I had ever thought possible, thank you for this opportunity. __ _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
