A Probe/ A Poem for Sibylle

It was a performanceneeded to be there in personcannot be repeatedthe song, the pictures, the way Sybil talkedthe way Sibylle moved us with her storyher personal style of soul searching

That communicatesthat made meaningwithout meaning to do so

You, me, us, the McLuhan coach house seminar roomMcLuhan methodsmade meaningsomething spoke

Wild Woman put me on a search for meaningbrought to this point at McLuhan's coach house

A cycle completed,the cybernetic feedbackin organic movement

A dialogue between Sibylle and Laurie AndersonSibylle and myselfmedia and me

My weblog, "Superway Mekhong"words with hidden images, googling linkedtook me to a group blogbeing created for a society that constantly questions itselfeternally redefining itself in the fade of modernity

The soul of a storytellerpassed on at that moment from Sibylle to meI pass it back, it completes another cycle in infintiymind making meaninga recollection of another ancient storytellerthe potter princess, her pots talkshe calls me to talk tooconnecting Sibylle, her desire of Laurie Andersonwith Nui, McLuhan, patterns of social change, to tell a story

"Sibylle", I say, "Look at your animated lead, the puppet of Laurie Anderson""You are the star, the dancing puppet in her shadow,""the Wild Woman, you, we have perceived your message yet cannot name it!"

I try to capture this all in these written wordsPah, written language, they don't really serve the purposethey hardly come close to that moment of enlightmentI lost from my dream last nightwhen all the connections seemed so clearthe connected whole felt for a fleeting moment of certainitythat moment I had felt a few times beforeand yearn so much to have it again

Mark, this is a must do tommorrow!Can I read a poem, can I read this probe?Did I evoke your memories with this piece?Does it meaning make?

I wish I could have recorded what I "saw" and heardadding annotated for each moment of meaningcapturing the special word in mediathe meaning making in actionmyself, tonight between Sibylle last night and tomorrow the dawnI have heard a life performing

I know a butterfly will fly before not too longThank you Mark, for MMS2Derrick, for MMS1McLuhan, for his messageThank you, Sibyllea cycle closes, I am happy.

The numbness at the end of the performancethe shock of it sinks in as I shiver homeI dreamit all come aliveI wake upHallaluyah! I try to write it all downand This is It!

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