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Of course this is a few days late because I alwaysalwaysalways forgot to post in here... yikes.
Seeing Christian Bok this past week got me thinking about the different genres of poetry and how hard everyone tries to keep breaking boundaries and going to the next extreme and there's gotta be farther we can push our writing and speaking isn't there?
But what is it all for?
I really enjoyed Bok's reading. The guy's pretty out there, and I agree that we need more writing like that. It's interesting, it makes us wonder why we've never thought of that before. And that goes with concrete poetry and poetry that uses words to create shapes and poems using letters solely for their sound. I particularly loved his works using all of the vowels and using only words that had those vowels in them. It really drew me in and had such an interesting sound because the way all the words sounded the same and each vowel gave each section a completely different feel. In conversational language we often forget that words SOUND the way they are meant to be felt... well, not always, but a lot of the time.
But, okay. How is this contributing to the greater writing world? To the world outside poets? Is it accessible? Does that even really matter? Are those writers just writing for other writers?
Trying out the sound poetry for ourselves was pretty fun. It's amazing the way we have to train our mouths to makes shapes they haven't made before. Can using unique sounds from other languages for the English language be made into a poem? How would we even know how to pronounce it?
And gosh I loved his idea of implanting poetry into DNA, although I had trouble wrapping my head around it. And the idea of poetry with Legos is pretty cool too... whose going for k'nex(t)? (That wasn't supposed to come off sarcastically, although it might seem like it.) I think that kind of poetry might be the next step... exhibitionist poetry? Demonstrative poetry? People performing poetry not just through their mouths and words in the streets. Contortionist poetry? Who knows who knows. And then... what's the border between poetry and other types of contemporary art? Are all the lines beginning to blur here? Have they always? What does it mean to be an artist these days anyway?
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