January 21, 2019

Reconstructions Remix

Looking Through the Shoes
Looking through the shoes. Alan Levine 2019

What do we see when we look through the shoes of another persons trampling? Terry shared this video for some #Netnarr #MoDigiWri #clmooc kind of swing. It ain't got that swing. I took the subtitle of the video for inspiration for this 12th post in a series.

Recommended listening while reading this post (by Kevin Hodgson)



The art of reconstruction is not that easy. The above music and the following example is like taking 'news from poems' as Terry mentioned. Take the following example of a very talented uke player reconstructing a piece of music given to him.



In the music world this is called an 'arrangement'. Listening to the music and then playing it on the ukulele, trying to pick out the nuances and the main themes of the music. This is a process video where he is sharing his thinking and skills in how to pick apart the music. There is repetition and a middle (or bridge) section. He starts by getting the rhythm, chords and picking up beat numbers. He has a creative constraint with a timer and this impacts his thinking but also forces the activity to some sort of a closure. I love the 7:45min where he appears to get distracted by the icon but really it's about 'getting in character' for the piece.

This is what Kevin is doing in this post where he reconstructs not only his own work but remixes some of Terry's work. http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2019/01/20/video-poem-remix-four-seeds-seeking-roots/ . I go to Terry's original work and let my digital eyes trace the paths of others. Walking in the margins and stomping in the comments.

Reconstruction never seeks to break things but rather to enhance or keep the main body alive for a few more rounds. This is closely related to recreate. Re-forming structure is one way of understanding the structure. This seems to be one step past a close read. Remix seeks to enhance while putting a little of ourselves into the mix.




January 18, 2019

The Net

Photo by Aaina Sharma on Unsplash


It's summer in Australia and that means tennis. There is something self-mesmirising about watching the ball go from one side to the other. But this game is not about the ball, or the racket. It's about the net. The net has the power in this game. 

Have you ever played gif volley? Here is the result of a recent match. The pirate (aka @Telliowkuwp) blogged about dark ink and with a literal twist, I responded with some dark ink. Gif's were passed over the net, back and foward until it came to rest with plain, dark ink again. A shy yellow tear, sliding down the face. As @dogtrax asked about the point of 'sense', I realised that this is not senseless. Play and response is always getting points on my court.




This post in a series for More Digital Writing #MoDigiWri

January 15, 2019

Anti Spam Poetry


     

To prove I am a person, I wrote this Anti-spam poem.

Hi,
This story may not mean much
May not hit any spot
But I like to think
And then I like to jot.

By jotted I mean
I scratched it on gas walls
In graffiti paint
Just so you would know
That somebody wrote

The isles were hers!
Bended like bows
Tied with the wind
Scattered with force
Sandblasting noses
Puncturing roses

Regards
The month of June.

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Dictionary Reimagined


Photo by Romain Vignes on Unsplash

Dictionary Re-imagined

I'm picturing all those words
blown into the sky
drifting
landing gently on somebodies shoes
going
wherever they go.

I'm seeing those books
with dense lines of words
being shredded
for pet bed padding
or new-age house cladding.

I'm feeling the weight
of language translation
printed
paths from my world to yours
but clarity disguised with heavy gauze.

Are we blinkered by our tradition?
What could these books become?
urbanised
part of the landscape
left in the sun to dry
pages curling
meaning unfurling.

My fingers touch the pages
tracing columns and lines
memories sparking
stories
other times and textures
written as personal fixtures.

Those books gathering dust
can only mean so much
if held
treasured
polished with silver brush
let meaning never be rushed

With heavy heart beating
my thought drops blood
on pages
with dread and light vanished
darkness of dictionary banished.

Sparked from 'A paper dictionary is absent in my house' Sheri Edwards

by
Wendy Taleo

January 8, 2019

Learning Journey


v-poem written by me, inspired by conversations with Colin Simpson, created in Lumen5