I'm excited to say that I'm back. I've been busy taking care of adult life and feel like I have neglected my writing and my page and all the great work that's been going on through NaPoWriMo up until now. I have sheaves of everyone's work to read through and enjoy, so don't be surprised if you receive a random flush of faves from me. Or be surprised; go for broke and be shameless in your delighted alarm. Or don't: I'm not the boss of you.
And I HAVE been reading through a lot of great work. I am constantly so impressed by everyone's ability to create and develop new work and ideas. The virtue of this site (and what consistently feeds my fire) is that it has the potential to create brand new styles and movements of literature in a time when classic forms become rote and stale. This is a beautiful little crucible, where a single idea or word or turn of phrase can become a catalyst for a brand new way of thinking about communicating and communing with the public. Literature is evolving with and adapting to suit a new, technological canvas and a fresh generation of minds that have never known a world without an intimate relationship without computers and highly sensitive technologies. I have seen my own style develop overnight because I have a screen in front of me instead of a sheet of paper. And although I still write some things in longhand, writing with lightning at my fingertips has shown me new thoughts and avenues of my imagination that would otherwise lie dormant.
I've been fortunate enough to be a contributor to the group GlitchLit
, which is a great forum for creating and exploring the human condition and the human's relationship with communication in a digital age. Humans are fallible in ways this technology is not. I think this seemingly infallible medium exposes our humanity as well-- if not better-- than a page because of its superhuman efficiency and odd fragility. As the global community becomes smaller and better connected, zeros and ones become our new, global phonemes. Our digital data can last theoretically longer than in notebooks and can connect with anyone whose mind is on a similar wavelength.
Our languages begin to mix and divide again and again. New symbols come into play. Code becomes earthy and Earthly. But technology is more fallible than we are in profound ways. I'm passionate about GlitchLit
, because it builds the bridges that future generations of poets will look to as technology brings us closer together. It sets the precedent for a new frontier. It allows us to make messes without getting our hands dirty, which is, in my opinion, crucial to the creative process. Being bold, making mistakes on purpose, exploration, experimentation, and making madness for the sake of new methods, PLAY, is mandatory for me. Many will disagree, and I hope they do.
I can understand how I may be alone. Art, and especially poetry, is diffuse by nature. You like what you like and create what you know. But I want to spread the word about this groovy poetry sandbox where you can build a castle or a mud pie or sling a little muck or dig to China with a rusty soup can if the spirit moved you, and the process and product will be supported in equal measure. The currency is respect and a sense of adventure. So, if I have not bored you with pontification this far, I hope you feel invited to share your tech-happy poetry or experimental work with GlitchLit
. This is my one shameless plug for something that I am quite passionate about, and I hope you join in the fun.