2012.09.29 07:00 - This is the buoyant meadow

The Guardian for this meeting was Xirana. The comments are by Xirana.

The Guardian for the [ 2nd part of this] meeting was Santoshima Resident. [ Responded to an email request from Xir to be at the Pavilion]. The comments are by Santoshima Resident.

Xirana Oximoxi: hello Korel:)
Xirana Oximoxi: nice to see you!
Xirana Oximoxi: osiyo
Korel Laloix: Heya.... wow.. slept late today.
Korel Laloix: How have you been?
Xirana Oximoxi: well..it's saturday:) good day to be lazy:)
Korel Laloix: About to go run.
Korel Laloix: Just waking up though.
Korel Laloix: Coffee and poptarts.
Xirana Oximoxi: I have stormy weather Kori...maybe I have to leave suddenly...
Korel Laloix: NO worries...
Korel Laloix: I will be enjoying my coffe... smiles
Xirana Oximoxi: I have taken the chat log...I hope someone else comes to be drinking coffe with you:)
Xirana Oximoxi: I will disconnect....it is dangerous...:) have a good day!!
Korel Laloix: And I might be gone soon.
Korel Laloix: Take care.
Xirana Oximoxi: ok:) take cxare too
Xirana Oximoxi: hi and bye Zen..I disconnect :(((
Zen Arado: Hi Xirana, Kori :)
Zen Arado: oh
Korel Laloix: Heya.
Korel Laloix: Just gettin breakfast.
Zen Arado: Hi Kori
Korel Laloix: Coffee and poptarts.
Korel Laloix: Great just befor a run.
Zen Arado: lots of sugar
Zen Arado: somebody jsut asked me to go to a lightshow
Zen Arado: hmmm
Zen Arado: better go I guess
Zen Arado: see you
Korel Laloix: LIghtshow?

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Santoshima: { arrived to an empty pavilion / hello wiki: a poem, in part }

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This is the buoyant meadow, a bottomless
 

wave of fox-fire. A rustling ‘rye’ of stars, rooting,
downward, endlessly,
 

while its fires aspire upward, & its interstellar crickets pulse:
 

Outward! Light! Inward! Darkness!
 

Where once the world stood
surrounded,
on a cylindrical column, by a spherical bark
 

leaking fire — or
 

was circular, sublunary, wrapped in
 

a celestial crystalline onion-skin.
 

— Ronald Johnson, out of “The Unfoldings” (The Valley of the Many-Colored Grasses, 1969)

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Santoshima: ... ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...
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!    >  gratitude to all who have made this play as being dream space  *  peace  *
!!    >  gratitude to ronald johnson for his poem

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