If you send an email to her

You will get there 

If you send an email to her 

To connect with him 

You will get there 

If you go to this workshop 

And talk to him 

Tell him about your work 

Ask a good question 

You will get there 

If you reach out to him 

After the session 

You will get there 

If you stay connected with them 

You will get there 

If you post it 

You will get there 

If you tell people about 

Your work 

You will get  there 

If you speak 

You will get there 

You will get there 

You will get there 

You will get 

You will get 

You will get 

You will

1/7

We have lemony crystals jumping out of packets 

Dancing to the sound of stirring on round walls 

Music floating from flooded basements 

From the boxes filled with ornaments and Christmas garland 

We have laminate smacking to the beat of stomping feet 

Guided onward by speakered music 

Permeated by the stench of collard greens 

And cinnamon rolls in the morning 

Apple cider and steeped tea at night

As we laugh at Big Bang theory 

Practice Wing

In channels of white walls

Lined for miles with brown doors

I saw a boy

Painting his song on black and white keys

He didn’t sense the sensation I felt

That brought me to this poem

 

His teacher stood behind him

Their skin creating a waxing crescent

Turned 90 degrees

I wonder how far he’ll go

If his dreams will unfold

To the sound

 

In porous practice rooms

Where proofing only masks sunlight.

I wonder if he’ll find joy

In worshipping white forefathers

Tolerating white foremothers

And giving his ancestors specialty concerts

 

Internet Poetry is Revitalizing

“I don’t think that people, like, think that people still like poetry”

Me neither.

Probably you don’t read poetry often.

But do you browse Facebook / Twitter / Tumblr often?

If you do, you may be digesting poetry without even realizing!

Enter “internet poetry.”

Video: Everything Here Now – Internet Poetry (I tried to embed this; it wouldn’t work T_T )

I came across this short documentary covering the “internet poetry” phenomenon while browsing Tumblr. It’s really pretty good. It has images of poems, interviews with ostensibly knowledgeable people, discussion regarding academia, distribution, minimalism, new media / forms, etc.

If you want to just go ahead and watch the video, that’ll probably be better than reading my post, at this point, if you’re at all interested.

But, if you’re still here, ya, I think internet poetry’s great:

It’s recontextualizing rather mundane things, like tweets, Facebook statuses, and memes, and making them into art. Ask yourself if you want your social media newsfeeds filled with ‘news’ regarding what your friend ate for lunch or ART.

Internet poetry is sorta doing what that light bulb ‘art piece’ in the art museum is doing: via the same way placing a light bulb in an art museum makes an artistic statement, internet poetry uses social media / new media / etc. to make poetic statements.

E.g., this image, from Internet Poetry, the Tumblr:

http://internetpoetry.tumblr.com/post/37052166167
http://internetpoetry.tumblr.com/post/37052166167

Normally, you wouldn’t consider poetic a search engine’s telling you that there are no results. But here, the context of a “poetry” blog, as well as the humorous choice of search words, makes the piece poetic.

Poetry like this, which makes the mundane aesthetic, isn’t exactly new. The internet is what’s new. The method of distribution, it turns out, matters a whole lot. It’s changing the game.

If your tweet can be a poem, and it can get published on Internet Poetry (I’ve gotten stuff published there; it’s easy; I encourage people to submit!), then the gatekeeping on poetry publication is being broken. What does that mean, for the gatekeeping on poetry publication to be broken? I don’t know, because it’s just started and it’s still happening, but it seems exciting.

“It’s encouraging people to write, because they don’t think like, ‘Oh I’ll write this but no one will ever see it, and if I send this in to literary magazines–like traditional ones, print ones–I won’t hear back for months and months, and no one’s ever going to see my work.”

I resonated with that sentiment from the video a lot^, because I’ve submitted to UofM’s literary magazines for years, and I’ve only ever heard back from Oddslot Xylem to say that I didn’t get chosen.

On the other hand, with the internet, I’ve been published by Internet Poetry a lot, and I’ve been able to self-publish to an online audience I earnestly believe to be significantly larger than Xylem’s.

Something seems cool, about that.

from http://livemylief.com
from http://livemylief.com

I feel like I kinda wrote about all this a couple weeks ago, in a post about vlogging (as poetry).