From: "michael helsem"
To: email@example.com Subject: book2 Date: Thu, 06 May 1999 10:29:30 PDT Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; format=flowed; Content-Length: 3205 Status: O "Old-German Letters": After the many-some rafsi modification i felt better, like one who has broken a fever at last. And my fever ravings could be seen for what they were, Middle Lojban. "Vehicle-Control": I tried not to want too much; i dreamed about the Black Sun. Now i have credit cards, & no more dreams. "Gismu": Surprisingly cool morning, the road full. Supposing i took another route, would what i more than remember, dissolve in words of Middle Lojban? How sweet the bitterness of the longing for autumn. "Route of Evanescence": Begin-to-be inside the car. Feel opposite-of the me-&-her twosome, then-superlatively. The door of the garage lifts. I hear the sound of this & it becomes a sign for everything i have ever lost. "Sing-insect": The just-now-beginning morning is pinkly golden, the air as-if clean. All the washing of cars did result in rain. "Other-sky Vanish-breeze": My think-acts sometimes go among the set of erased-ones. Forest through a cloud-curtain of white. And i to them seem also an erased-one. My think-acts sometimes seek among the set of lost-ones. I do not find them. Perhaps to them i seem also a lost-one. (Duty!) i won't erase or lose anything. --Promise made by fog, continues no longer than breath-layer on a mirror. Think-act, then noiselessness. I ask the erased-ones & they reply much. Too much. --Noise. "Flag": Late August morning. Looking at snow while drinking rice wine. Shadows for awhile are long, from the [thin-clouds-behind &] hour-high sun. I drive. I intuit much , about nothing. Hard-to-read sign. Physical label & invented name. The emoter slightly to the left, is imaginarily between-the-extremes-of pleasure/pain. (Surprise!) The emotion is without itself & vice versa. "The Affix -sub-": First part: Fog & blackbird. Here-at or there-at. The typical line-group is the site of my writing-activity. Vehicle music. Once i talked with a blackbird, who perched at the top of a tall tree. I was walking. Now i go by the usual conveyance. Blackbird, speak. Tell me where i went wrong. Opposite-noise. Not wrong, not right. Fog-suffice. Daytime car headlights. Secret city across. Universe curtain is clear. Foolish blackbird. Second part (hypothetical): Glimmer-sound means of returning. Dream spirit(1) is named 'Egypt-Governor 90' & has the shape of a car-big Asian-vegetable. Spirit(1) says, 'Cease the activity of being a doubter. Truly: slow-chooser. Now, the you-arriver is a certain-one.' Answeringly-utter: 'Something pertains-to-me; therefore the pertaining-to-me thing exists. But i can new-name give to myself.' Dream spirit(2) has the form of a sing-insect & is named 'Crashsound Opposite-Desire'. Spirit(2) says, 'The blackbird is named "White". (Suggest!) White from now on. Fog color. Snow sound. Milk odor.' I answeringly-utter: 'My vehicle is blackbird flight & great ice song.' Dream spirit(3) has no name & is the shape of the mass-of numbers. Spirit(3) remains with me & does my talking for me, until i finish understanding the achievement of fog vanishing. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com