________________________________________________________________________________ dark virtue, dark sublime (for leni riefenstahl) i i dream of the woman's voice, hundreds of kilometers away in the night- time wind and rain, coming closer, almost broken up, received on a boat on a stormy sea, fading in and out, the man from maine at the controls, her presence most real, we discuss the flatness of the world wide web ii the infinite depths of radio in the dark night, and the flatness- now of the computer screen, rubbed raw against our skin, as if this were all the world that is, this narcissism, decoy of the infinite :you listened to a woman, north north cape breton, on the short-wave, her voice coming through the air, radio in the pulsing air, flooding our bodies, her voice faint, you replied, i can hear you, i can hear you :in the dream, in the pulsing air, in the dream, in the pulsing air, between cape breton and the rest of the world, in the fog and thin dark rain, we were on the boat, you were a man i knew in maine ::and more distance and radio and distance come with me, the infinite depths of radio in the dark night, and the flatness-now of the computer screen, rubbed raw against our skin, as if this were all the world that is, this narcissism, decoy of the infinite, this world disappearance into mist, this irretrievable iii radio was the voice pining in the radiating distance through the storm; internet is the cleansed interior positioning the body : radio was the truth, internet the corporate; radio was the labor of the world, internet effortless :radio makes distance that internet takes away; radio is irretrievable distance, the reflection of the universe among the universe; screen is cauterization, the imminent promise and premise of goods; radio is you, is audio, through you and within you; internet promises you and surplus you as a given, as an object, as a goods:: collapses the radio beauty, cleansed fragmentation and propriety protocol of the net, my pocket panoramas iv as a child, short-wave brought me the world and withdrew the world; i heard the lightning before the thunder, knew of the weathering sun; in this dream, i'm returned through the maternal to the infinite, given the language of the air; through this dream, the trans-national disappears - the equipment was so old! and working and bringing down the voice from everywhere; in the dream, the voice and wind and rain, the vacuum-tube of the radio, interior hearths; in the dream the dissolutions of narcissisms; in the dream, atmospherics # distributed via : no commercial use without permission # 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 ________________________________________________________________________________ no copyright 2000 rolux.org - no commercial use without permission. is a moderated mailing list for the advancement of minor criticism. post to the list: mailto:inbox@rolux.org. more information: mailto:minordomo@rolux.org, no subject line, message body: info rolux. further questions: mailto:rolux-owner@rolux.org. home: http://rolux.org/lists - archive: http://rolux.org/archive