Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
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parasitism

30.3.10 0 comments

here's the edit for a collaboration project i did with the wonderful poet hedda hakvag for my write 399 class.

hedda found the source material on parasitism (which she thought, and i agree, works well with the idea of conceptual poetry) and we took turns editing. i did the first set (pages two and three) and she finished it off (pages four, five and six).

for our edit, hedda produced the sound clip. i was hoping to create an animation or something along those lines to accompany but suffered from severe animator's block.

luckily, i remembered some sweet data visualization applets created by diana lange that i came across a few days earlier. the apps allows you to load your own text and converts it into abstract images. they are quite beautiful.* the text has not changed from the original edit. however, i played with format a lot.





*if you are interested in data visualization, boris muller is also worth checking out.

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sorry folks but this is all i got

23.2.10 0 comments

I'm supposed to write an allegory for my conceptual poetry class but I'm drawing a major blank. So... I decided to do the allegory about me and my empty brain.

esopmocsidiscompose

7.2.10 1 comments

can't sleep....

4.7.08 0 comments

I was asleep... but I must have had a dream that woke me up. So... now I'm awake. I'm obsessed with flickr at the moment and I was thinking of who I should add as contacts. I don't remember how, but one day I stumbled across the artwork of stella im hultberg on flickr. She is amazing. In fact, my ipod is covered in one of her pieces. Her art is inspiring, I think. Often, if I find myself at a loss for ideas for a new poem, I will look at her water colours. I can usually come up with something then. If you click on her name, you should be linked to one of her flickr accounts. To get to the new one click here.

the girl’s dream: can’t disappear
she is falling asleep
head resting on an inky cloud
a charcoal cumulus pillow
she is humming
and lazily running
her tannin stained finger tips
along the surface
stirring a potage of withered words
and hysterical arguments
adding splashes of ochre
and peppering the waves with black
just for the flavour