Saturday, March 22, 2008

Multimedia Measure III (Second Life Version)



Technicity, StyleTime and the Loop: A Gertrude Stein Remix


In this Youtube excerpt from a live recording in Second Life, my metafictionally constructed avatar Nameless Hyun reads an excerpt from my work-in-progress Remixology. Hyun, whose online presence is being developed at the Aloha Studios inside the Hawaii branch offices of Mark Amerika Nature Photography, reads from Technicity, StyleTime and the Loop: A Gertrude Stein Remix, a short work which originally appeared in the Technicity anthology published by Charles University in Prague.

The event was sponsored by Vienna-based Readme.cc and took place on Leap Day 2008 at 9 AM Hawaii Standard Time -- 8 PM Central European Time.


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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Multimedia Measure II

"no ideas but in things!" says
William Carlos Williams

Williams the pediatrician-poet
who like Ginsberg was Paterson New Jersey
through and through and who in his
epic narrative poem Paterson wrote
The measure intervenes, to measure is all we know...
was immersed in the local idiom he encountered
in his daily life while suffused with the images
that became his poetic occasion of the moment

Nowadays our "poetic occasion of the moment"
might come in the form of a tweet
or a texting idiom reserved for post-adolescence

(or a long narrative roadtrip
made out of grade-A spam emails
)

Imagine receiving a text message
out of nowhere that said
in all of its concrescence

so much depends 
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

In the original
I see what Williams
wants me to see
poetically

the concrescence
could not be more
clear

but in the text message version
that would come out of nowhere
into the nomadic nothingness
of the mobile twitcher
thumbing their nose
at the miasmic traffic

the poetry becomes more matter of fact

an advertisement for itself
(the "itself" who sent it)

essentially saying

"Nobody here but us chickens!"

And yet is it somehow more organic
(more self-consciously enlightened)
to stroll upon the sea shore
breathing in the wind spirit
of trades off the waves
(no gadgets to offer disarray)
while succumbing to lost in space
virtual installations launched
from the typecast Muse?

In Paterson, Williams writes
Jostled as are the waters approaching
the brink, his thoughts
interlace, repel and cut under,
rise rock-thwarted and turn aside
but forever strain forward -- or strike
an eddy and whirl, marked by a
leaf or curdy spume, seeming
to forget .
(always those extra spaces for
the lost period that punctuates
while straying into next concrescence)

Williams is magnifying his own thoughts
by syncing with the waterfall that pours
his imaginative source material back toward
inherited tribal speak's resistant nature

which creates a different psychosomatic flow
than the one brought on by white cap surf
and the 12.1 post-Dolby surround sound
one continually experiences when meditating
on the ocean edge of the youngest island state
with slit eyes peering into the pluperfection


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