“ I must create a cistern or become enslaved by another man’s. ”
– Billy Blake
Above exhibit 01: A mobile phone photo of a cistern in the gents toilets in the Edinburgh College of Art.. just one of the many inanimate objects I chose to photograph in that bastion of creative endeavour while attending the ‘Remediating the Social’ Conference last month.
I’m sort of bound to a new format here for a short wee while. As a writer we get advice from everywhere and everyone, specifically if those giving the advice are in some way deemed successful. It’s also now true for Digital spaces and all manner of creative /commercial activity. I have recently found myself in the situation of offering best practise writing tips to those seeking to use the www.
So I tell them: write short paragraphs containing keywords, craft sentences that are generally succinct, stick to a few simple rules for communicating ideas in the context of SEO and SEM.
I wrote a little bit about some initial experiences with Ireland's first tranche of 'digital humanists' back in 2009: http://www.michaeljmaguire.com/index.php?q=node/33 Coming from a twenty five year writing and technology background, I almost argued, without intentionally offending anyone I trust, that essentially many in Ireland venturing into the emerging discipline at that time were not theoretically equipped to actually comprehend it's true creative potential.
I have never entered a poetry competition in my thirty years of writing. Recently, perhaps due to my involvement with the study of digital literature and digital poetics etc, I have begun to receive a lot of emails and messages about various such competitions. Me being me, I decided to write a short sort of traditional poem about that this evening.. I stuck up a first draft below:
The internet is for the most part utterly fabulous; it is my technologically imaginative window on a world that might otherwise entirely pass me by. The amount of conversation, discussion, information, entertainment, stimulation etc, available to me is literally, mind-bogglingly, a phenomena simply beyond any combinational conceptual compartmental comprehension or to phrase it with just a little less alliterative awkwardness….. Doahhhhhhh.
Conference @UCD later this year.. http://beckettucd2011.wordpress.com/.. my lickle image of said.. or unsaid..
I'm a fan of Majorie Perloff's critical work so obviously I did enjoy reading her article, http://www.bostonreview.net/BR37.3/marjorie_perloff_poetry_lyric_reinven... and since it addresses some issues and precipitates others in the comments that concern me, I Just had to jump in and offer my 2cents in those comments.. here's what I said.. the big blank spaces available elsewhere are what I failed to say. ( I've added a couple of explanations and a link or two to the version of my comment below)
I am enjoying my participation in the UnderAcademy. For my first assignment I wrote a piece on that great Irish progenitor of No-Code - Flann o Brien's Scientific Hero in the third policeman - De Selby.. decided against posting it on theantianti tumblr and posted it here instead. http://clevercelt.tumblr.com/
The image above was a result of my remediation of the entire Godfather series into one single black and white image.. from the perspective of a cat... in one desperate moment in time... I did say desperate..