Read. Interpret. Repeat. (Visual Experiment)

This piece is a commentary on what we, as English majors, do throughout our studies. We are trained to read a text and interpret it ad nauseum. After our reading and interpreting, we are encouraged to discuss. The black and white background signifies the cut and dry, black and white world of literature. The grey background text is a list of types of poetry. It is essentially a true grey area, but it also represents the grey area for this piece. It poses the question: "Is this piece poetry?"

The Process (Audio Experiment)

This audio piece is an experiment with stream of consciousness. It is a combination of spoken word with modified sound clips and an underlying sound of keyboard strokes. All of these elements combine to tell an abbreviated narrative. For this specific experiment, I used five separate tracks: my voice, my modified voice, a female voice and the sound of the key strokes. My voice serves as the driving force of the piece. My modified voice has a very electronic, Transformers-esqe sound to it, as well as being echoed. I wanted this to signify it as thoughts rather than actual spoken words. As for the female voice, it is supposed to signify memories passing through my mind, and it is always echoed at a different rate than my modified voice. The keyboard sounds are supposed to be me literally typing the poem. The final few seconds of the poem reveal the poem that I wrote through this process. Enjoy.

Dont't date artists (Hypertext Experiment)

This site takes the terminology "experiment" to a whole new level. The index page of the site is an original poem. The text of the poem is embedded with hyperlinks, which take you to the alternate pages that accompany the index page. So you know, each page I made is available off of the index page (strictly for grading purposes), though they pages are meant to be stumbled upon through the various links on the pages. The different pages are titled after the link from the index page. There are seven total pages, including the index page. The interconnectedness of the different pages can be described as seemingly random, though the pages I deem more important may have more links to them. Likewise, they may have less links from them. The text on the pages themselves ranges from prose to poetry, but overall, it is an experimentation with how I think. These pages are conceptual. Certain lines like, "A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar. The priest orders wings, buffalo wings.", seem to be totally impromptu but were labored over, while others that seem to have required labor are completely off-the-cuff. Please, explore each page, click the links and highlight away. Below, I will include a small summary of "what I was going for" for each page.

tabula rasa: Essentially, it is a blank page. When highlighted, it reads "tabula rasa".

broke: As with everything, this is a true story. It is also prose. More than anything, I suppose it gives some background to the reader. It also shows irony as a theme.

caddy: Once again, this is non-fiction prose and more authorial background information. I also wanted it to exude a feeling of being trapped.

carpenter: This is a poem. It's supposed to be sing-songy and childish. I wanted it to evoke a feeling assimilation between the ideas of dad and Jesus. It should also shock.

cat: This is a good ol' fashioned rant about exactly what is says. I employed a stream of consciousness tactic here.

jesus: This page is also prose, but it acts as a diary of sorts where I work out my own ideas, rather than present a completed arguement or concept. Also, the bit of the highlighted text is an experimental approach. The text itself is literally a metaphor. Does that make sense?

jokes: Hands down, this is the most abstract page. I wanted it to scream uniquity. After all, a sense of humor is unique. In my opinion, there are different types of humor represented on the page, though you wouldn't realize it until I said something. The line at the bottom about destiny is from a poem I'm working on right now. I just liked it there because it is one of the few definite ideas on all these pages, and, even though this isn't presented linearly, I wanted this whole thing to end with a concrete statement, even if just for me. There is humor in this quote, though. It's my equivalent of: What's the answer to the universe? 47.

To close, what is the art? The poem or the mess attached to it? After exploring, I want the reader to feel like they have emerged from a slimy pile of thought and philosophy. Somewhere along the way, I hope they read something they like.

P.A. Route Ate Forty-five (Social Media Experiment)

This experiment was an attempt to use a social media outlet in a way that differed from its intended use. My goal was to create a human profile for an inanimate object, in this case a road. The road, Rt. 845, was to be the focal point or point of interconnectedness between everyone whom I "befriended". I was hoping that a profile on the facebook webpage would strike the curiosity of some of my fellow Stoneboroians. This curiosity would spark a few, unique conversations, and hopefully, lead to the uploading of pictures and swapping of stories. To be honest, I received more text messages and phone calls about this profile than messages on facebook. If I had an opportunity to attempt this assignment again, I would most definitely use a person rather than an object. As a person, I could work in the realm between fiction and reality. Also, it would sprak more curiosity in a small town to have a person mysteriously appear that no one knows, while claiming to have went to high school with them and etc. In short, I think this experiment was a failure, but I do believe some good came of my failure. For instance, I now know that my approach was wrong, though my idea was not. I could create an entirely fictional character and begin to accumulate totally real friends. This fictional character just can't be a road. Hypothetically, if I had created Hunter Dorn, stolen from pictures from the internet, and carefully crafted my page; I believe I would have gotten much more feedback, if only to ask who I was.

The Wool and Oil Complex (Final Experiment)

This piece is a continuation of my previous hypertext experiment. I felt that the original index page was not suited for the aesthetic and feel that I was approaching. Instead, I devised a plan to create a single page that was a combination of multiple pieces of prose and poetry that were crashed into each other. Aside from attempting to put back the original works, I thought it would be interesting to go through and make new sentences just using the highlight option and the words presented on the page. My "new look" index page gives my piece the chaotic feel that I had intended. In addition, you can still access all of my previous work and new work from all the pages in one way or another. The new pages I have added are unique and continue to drive the total work towards its final destination. The JFK page is (an obvious) hypothetical letter to John F. Kennedy. In the letter it is "revealed to him" that he was murdered and it may have been a conspiracy. As the letter goes on, the writer just wishes to find out about the mystery, rather than remember the man. The other new page is 1984. This page is a short story set to a neat, little rhythm. It also based on a true story, though not in 1984. My wish with this story was to incorporate a "the only thing to fear is fear itself" mentality. Also, I wish to shock the reader with the china doll's final line. This nearly identical thing happened to me a few years ago, and the girl actually said that me. It blew me away. I suppose it made me stop complaining for a while about my life. To sum this whole thing up, I believe I extended this work, and I always tweaked the aesthetic so it could more aptly communicate the original message I intended. Please, enjoy my short story. I think it is pretty good, as far as 500 word thrillers go.