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percy-the-penguin · 4 years ago

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Together Apart

1/? First installment here we go! Please note: This is the intro and is pretty boring and I’m not a great writer, sorry.

Some of the queens intros are a bit longer then the others, I love all of them though-

I really hope you guys like it

I. Catalina de Aragon

It had been three years since Catalina had been reincarnated. She had originally woken up in a house that was unfamiliar to her. She had been extremely confused as the last thing she remembered was passing away due to Heart Cancer. It had taken some digging but she had eventually found out the house was in her name. It was a nice house, two stories with several rooms and a pool out back. She had spent a while just trying to figure out how things worked. Like her phone. Her phone gave her anxiety and she couldn’t even figure out how it worked. She had even thrown it the first time it rang. It was embarrassing when she thought about it. Luckily she had very little need to use it on a day to day basis. She hadn’t even attempted to figure out how to set up her computer, even after 3 years. She figured out how to use a car after a year and had been quite proud of herself for it. She could do everything she needed to function and had even gotten a job as a receptionist/office assistant at a local church. The technology there was easier than at her house. She still didn’t know much about modern life but she was learning and to the former queen, that’s all that matters.

II. Anne Boleyn

Anne Boleyn had woken up in a small run down apartment, one bedroom, one bath, a kitchen and a living room. After two and a half years she had grown to love it. It was small and cozy and she had everything she needed, including life so she really couldn’t complain. The day she had been woken up she had been extremely confused. She had noticed her scar in the mirror and immediately had a flashback. She had been entrawled and entertained by almost everything and had a blast figuring out how everything worked. Granted she still had trouble in the kitchen...she set the toaster on fire every time she used it and barely managed to stop the microwave from exploding when she accidentally left her silverware in it. She thanked god every day for fast food restaurants. And hoodies. She loved those too and always had one on or wrapped around her waist. She had also figured out different hair styles and her go-to was space buns. It had made her giggle the first time because she thought she looked like a frog. She had gotten really into listening to podcasts and music and had even started a history podcast of her own called ‘Beheaded Through the Centuries: A Look at History from the Receiving End of the Blade’. She mostly covered the Tudor era and beheadings. She had been in and out of different waitress/receptionist jobs due to her tendency not to take things seriously and her kitchen problems. She counted herself lucky that her podcast had picked up enough to cover her along with the few poems she wrote on commission. She figured she probably should start looking for a real job though..

III. Jane Seymour

Jane Seymour had been well..surprised to say the least when she had woken up one day in a small house she was unfamiliar with. She had spent about two hours just walking around. Everything was decorated so nicely. There was a beautiful view of a sparkling lake outside her bedroom window and a forest next to her house. The third queen had picked up modern life quite nicely. If she ever had trouble figuring things out she would go to her neighbor who was surprisingly understanding though she doubted they would believe she was the reincarnation of a long dead Queen. She had developed her own sense of style, usually a pastel or white sundress with sandals. She loved talking walks and had gotten the hang of driving pretty quickly. She would walk to the local market for food and anything else she needed once a week and everyone was very friendly. She had even picked up a job at the flower shop near her house. The only thing she would change was..well, she wished she had company. It got lonely especially in the late hours of the day when she was off work, home alone with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.

IV. Anna of Cleves

Life had been good in the three years the red queen had been reincarnated. She had woken up in a fancy apartment, something she had been quite shocked existed. It was a 2 bedroom, 3 bath apartment with a lovely kitchen and beautiful living room. She was on an upper floor and the view was absolutely stunning at sunrise and sunset. The view was actually what inspired Anna to start painting. She had her own paintings hanging up around the apartment. The fourth queen was able to pick up this life quite easily. Of course, it helped that her riches from her past life had seemingly been transferred to this one. She had no need for a job but she had been taking shifts at an animal shelter near where she lived to keep herself busy. She had discovered what a thrift shop was and frequented one. She had t-shirts from bands she had never heard and loose jeans that were faded. She liked that style though. She often wore a red baseball cap backwards and had taught herself how to use a skateboard. All in all she was living her best life.

V. Katheryn Howard

Katheryn Howard, or ‘Kitty’ as her co-workers referred to her probably took reincarnation better than any of the other queens. She had been ecstatic to say the least when she woke up in a small apartment similar to Anne’s though a bit bigger, with her head attached to her body. The fifth queen was wide eyed and curious about everything and had gotten very attached to a cartoon series called Steven Universe. She picked up modern life well and had been working as a barista at a coffee place near her home for the past two years. She had been a bit shy to try new things as far as food and clothing but eventually figured out a style. Well, many styles. Her outfit was different nearly every day excluding her choker that had a small ‘K’ charm hanging off it. She had nearly passed out from pure joy when a co-worker dyed the ends of her hair pink. She absolutely loved it. Kitty was always curious to learn about new things and make new friends. She loved it in this life.

VI. Catherine Parr

Last but not least, Catherine Parr. Cathy had woken up in a small house, similar to Jane’s but with a worse view and louder neighbors. They had grown accustomed to the noise after three years and found it a happy reminder that they were no longer dead. They were no longer alone. It had taken them a bit to get used to everything around them, honestly. They weren’t as startled by technology as their godmother but they did have trouble with it. But that was okay, even if they got frustrated sometimes. They had learned everything they could about this new world and had found peace in a local bookshop where they would go for hours on end every weekend. The rest of their days were spent either at home or at the library where they worked as a librarian and tutor for young adults. The first time they entered a mall her brain had nearly overloaded. So many sights and new things. They had lost themselves there. They ended up buying a whole wardrobe and some other small things like bandannas and an adorable penguin plush they named Caesar. Their go to outfit was a formal button up shirt with a blue sweater over that and jeans with a pair of black converse or a blue hoodie with black leggings and the aforementioned black converse. Their hair was in the same style every day. Usually a side sweep tied with a bandanna. They loved it. They. That was something else Cathy had learned. There were more than two genders. And more than one sexuality. They had been fascinated by it and the more they researched the more they realized about themselves. Cathy had recently come out to themselves as non binary. They were proud of themselves for getting this far and doing so well in such a new environment.

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romymdxcssecondyear · 3 years ago

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I chose to look at the reading by Shoshana Zuboff ‘The age of surveillance capitalism’ (Zuboff, 2019) where Zuboff (Zuboff, 2019) looks at ‘The two modernities/the instability of the second modernity’. I found this reading quite a challenge albeit very interesting, mainly because its quite an academic passage but with some real issues that I have thought about but never really pieced them together as well as Zuboff did, (Zuboff, 2019).

I particularly found her research on Apple, the very popular technology company very interesting as she explores how Apple appeared to ‘hack’ capitalism. In 2003 Apple brought out a windows compatible iTunes platform, less then a week after Apple broke every every record and became the largest online music company in the world. Their sales went up dramatically, in January 2007 they recorded 2 billion sales and 2013 recorded 25 billion, by 2008 they were the worlds largest music retailers. Apple had generated more money for investors then every other company in the US in the last century. Apple brought about the ‘first modernity’ in many ways as they preached ‘individualisation’ making consumers feel like we mattered, “What I want, when, where and how I want it’ Apple still lives up to this standard even now, they heavily tend to consumers needs so that we feel special and taken care of. They have mastered what consumers want and that’s ‘convenience’. Speaking of individualisation Zuboff believed that “Individualisation is a consequence of long-term process of modernisation” (Zuboff, 2019, p. 33). She states that it is not to be confused with ‘individualism’ which she believes shifts responsibility for success or failure on a mythical individual who is disconnected from society, neither should it be confused with ‘individuation’ which is life long self development. In bringing about the first modernity this helped surveillance capitalism, I bring this up as I found it apparent as this brought about the first modernity and can be confusing with so many same sounding words. The first modernity marked the time where people broke from traditions and chose their own path rather then passing down from family to family like in a clan. Antonio Machado a Spanish poet (Machado, A. 2003,) wrote a poem titled ‘Traveler, your footprints’ Zuboff (Zuboff, 2019, p. 34) quotes from Machados poem “Traveler, there us no road; the road is made as you go” I think this speaks to the first modernity as it makes it clear that the path you take is no pre-determined, its found by yourself. Or as Zuboff (Zuboff, 2019, p. 34) puts it “This is what ‘search’ has meant: a journey of exploration and self- creation, not an instant swipe to already composed answers”. “The first modernity birthed us, but we brought a new mentality to life a: second modernity” (Zuboff, 2019, p. 35) The second modernity gave us this new sense of self worth, we finally realised we have the right to choose our own lives. This goes hand in hand with Apple creating this new world where consumers or ‘us’ the people realised we can pick our own path all because of Apple making and iPod customisable for me to be individuals. This is a great achievement of human kind but with this great success we get anxiety and stress to be heard or seen, we created something better but only for a fraction of the people who can actually access it. The second modernity caused a lack of opportunity, lack of access to education and caused economic inequality, therefore excluding people. To summarise my general point, we got braver and stepped out of our traditions because of companies like Apple giving us the feel of importance, but that made the so called ‘lower classes’ treated unfair and caused riots and people having the need to be heard. Modernity was good for our world but create a whole new problem to the less fortunate. Ill end with a question that social philosopher Zygmunt Bauman (Bauman, 2019, p. 46) posed “Can this second modernity lead us into the third, offering a genuine path to an effect life for the many, not just the few?

Bibliography:

Zuboff, S., 2019. The age of surveillance capitalism. Profile Books, pp.31-46.

Machado, A., 2021. [Traveler, your footprints] by Antonio Machado | Poetry Foundation. [online] Poetry Foundation. Available at: <https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58815/traveler-your-footprints> [Accessed 10 October 2021].

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junsojung-text · 3 years ago

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Standing before dazzling novelty Ahn Soyeon

Sojung Jun’s oeuvre imbues a sense of unraveling a single ‘universe’ each time. The reason why her video running for several to a few dozens of minutes gives an impression that it configures a universe – without being confined to dealing with some scenes or incidences – would be because it has led us into a life of somebody. Facets of daily banalities shown by characters of nothing extraordinary used to immerse the audience as if to confront their life. Such transference is made possible because their life exists in a temporal flow which is nothing like ours. Unlike us that are being swirled in the ‘contemporariness’ by being consciousness of somebody’s stride in the middle of the common time slots that are huge, abstract and undoubtable, they maintain a single ‘universe’ because they live through their own solitary time.

The image of an old man fasting a fishing rod in the glittering sea under the sunlight is attuned to the slow speed of Mother Nature to the point of being described to catch the years (The Old Man and the Sea, 2009). Those that tacitly fulfill their given roles despite being out of spotlight for long – laborers in a kimchi factory (Something Red, 2010), a mechanical embroiderer (A Day of A Tailor, 2012), the last theater signboard painter of the kind (Time Regained, 2012), a clown doing tightrope walking (Last Pleasure, 2012), a taxidermist (Angel of Death, 2014), a haenyeo (a female diver who dives into the sea without any equipment to harvest seafood) (Treasure Island, 2014), and an earthenware artisan (The Poem of Fire, 2015) – are people that have sublimated their career out of the spotlight into a domain of art through repetition and skillfulness.

Sometimes, those that are exiled into a different tempo-spatiality from us by being trapped in unexpected restraints in life are on Jun’s radar. They are a foreign immigrant worker that has a lot to say about their life (Story of Dream: Suni 2008), an overseas adoptee (Interval Recess Pause, 2017), a refugee or a blind (The Ship of Fools, 2016) or those that are distinguished or excluded due to the race (Specters, 2017).

That their life is sublimated as an exclusively meaningful shelter – instead of a shabby wasteland – is attributable to Jun’s endeavors to step closer to the meaningful moments that only exist in their dreams and memories. Efforts to step into somebody’s time and space by mobilizing all possible media and senses connect us to their world – albeit temporarily – although complete restoration and sharing are impossible. They become the main characters in their own play on the stage that is sophisticatedly set by the artist.

Jun’s act of art paying attention to those that are pushed out of the contemporary movement in today’s world replete with novelty and change is an act of resistance to show her will of not being swirled by the entire and violent flow in the fancy name of ‘progress.’ Unstoppable curiosity over discovery of novelty seems to take us to innovation and a better future, but a rosy future is inevitably the stage of capitalism behind which remain the voices of those that are excluded from the history as well as endless ruins that are no longer new. It is the reason why we expect the view of ‘Angelus Novus’[1] from artists despite the storm pushing us to the future.

Her interest in a forgotten domain has been supplemented by literary reference, but recently, she has further deeply contemplated over the point where modernity and avant-garde dreams disrupt before capitalism in the era of colonization through her research over early-day poetry of genius poet Yi Sang (1910-1937), the icon of the modern avant-gardism of Korea. By encountering multinational researchers of Yi Sang during her stay in Paris, the breeding ground of the modern culture, she searched for possibilities of hypothesis with Yi Sang in mind by escaping from the present through intersection of heterogeneous axes of time and space.

The starting point of her research and exhibition is Yi Sang’s poem <AU MAGASIN DE NOUVEAUTES>. It is a title piece among poetry series titled <Architecture Infinite Hexahedron> (1932) first released by literati and architect Kim Hae gyong in the penname of Yi Sang. It is also an enigmatic poem under the French title with combination of Japanese, classical Chinese characters, Chinese and English. The 22-line avant-garde poem translated as <A New Store> is full of knowledge and imagination over the concepts of physics and figures, and hatred towards cultural colonialism in the modern times and harsh criticism against consumptive capitalism.

The motif of the poem as a contemplative place is Mitsukoshi Department Store opened in Gyeongseong (the original name for Seoul) in 1930. Yi Sang conjured up ‘Architecture Infinite Hexahedron’[2]where squares are endlessly repeated as he encountered a flashy and complicated structure of the space. The new five-story store had numerous square-shaped showcases, and people realized a space of infinite repetition by repeatedly ‘going up and down’ on escalators/elevators. It is expressed as a recreational place in a rooftop garden – a modern architectural dream - for shopping-loving mademoiselles, which is filled up with the scent of a French Coty perfume.

Yet, most of the poetry is written to reveal that a department store representing novelty is a symbol of colonial ideas and is nothing more than an imitation of the Western modernity. A department store is not only an abnormal place to arouse Joseon (the former name of Korea) not equipped with modern production technologies to consume more but also a place to transplant the Japanese culture. Even Japan as its subject prioritizes the West, and points out a paradox of ‘self-colonialization’ as a cultural translator. A fad that starts in spring in France reaches the Eastern world in autumn, and even the main branch of Mitsukoshi Department Store in Tokyo – like a globe as a ball-shaped miniature of the earth and mademoiselles as mimicking monkeys in the rooftop garden – is just a copy of Bon Marche Department Store built in Paris in the 1850s.

Japanese’ craze over Germany’s renowned aircraft carrier Graf Zeppelin[3] known as then largest of its kind was strong enough to be applied to various ads including that of an anthelmintic drug. The poet pinpointed a phenomenon where even the victory of a technology that frees up humans ends up being dissolved in capitalism. Violence hidden behind the charm of novelty in modern times strides on the street like ‘military boots’, sweeping away precious small stuffs of the past. The poet compares himself to a helpless canary in a multilayered cage of mockery, confessing that there is nothing he can do to the horrific reality, simply saying ‘Ggood Bye’ pitifully.

Poetry acts as a source of inspiration for flexibly forming reasoning as a means of empathy and imagination despite the time gap of almost about one century. Yi Sang’s universe of poetry being indefinite, temporary and subject to a broad range of interpretation must have been an intriguing motif for Jun that takes an interest in the relationship between avant-garde aesthetic experimentation and political practices. The exhibition unfolds in multiple layers including a video where documentaries of the past and movie clips are montaged with the present moment in Seoul, Tokyo and Paris where sounds & texts, sculptures & publication of research paper, and spatial structures strike a harmony. Each piece of work is mutually interlinked, yet detached, which in turn exchanges a serial impact to one another. The process of repetition and a sort of violation amongst works is a methodology that is closely aligned with Jun’s goal of seeking for a runway from obsession with novelty.

A 25 minute-long video titled <Despair to be Reborn>(2020) as a center of the entire exhibition uses <AU MAGASIN DE NOUVEAUTES> as a prism to reflect the journey of an amplified light. Contemplative tempo-spatiality derived from the department store is expanded into the day and night of the past and the present, and also into skylines, subways, parks and back alleys in Seoul, Tokyo and Paris. The structure of the video is vaguely divided into such paragraphs as “In my dream where I was absent”, “In your dream where you were absent”, and “In our dream where we were absent.” Each of them brings in the present, past and some future. Yet, it’s not clear because – as the word ‘absent’ suggests – of the absence of a memory substituted with imagination and omission of a subject. A narration that is out of sync with each scene – just like the nonlinear spatial movement – and usage of Korean, Japanese and French is out of context with the subjects along with cacophony of a harp and gayageum (a traditional Korean zither-like string instrument with 12 strings) heightening the tension. Such an incidental encounter with inconsistency causes a chasm between images and words, which in turn approaches Jun as a chasm of a precious possibility who is to re-write the memory.

That the video is involved with a commercial space of <AU MAGASIN DE NOUVEAUTES> is reminded through an advertisement that opens up the work, yet cutting out middle parts. The unfamiliar voice of a narrator informing on “product information” presents Seon-bawi, Inwang Mountain's holy Immortal Meditation Rocks (or maybe some other similar looking rocks) as an item for sale. The voice also promotes new usages of the rocks as decorative gardening item or a storage space for one’s house keys. Just like how aircraft carrier Graf Zeppelin – as the amalgam of science and technology of the humankind – being appropriated as a capital on the signboard for an anthelmintic drug, the video jokingly predicts a formidable future of capitalism where even treasure-like mountains of the people of Korea could be traded as garden decorations. Yet, mentioning of a ‘storage place for hiding keys’ is conveyed as a secretive command. Jun recalls Yi Sang’s message to be awakened again in a new aspect through the arousal of despair by appropriating some phrases[4] from the work of Yi Sang: “Be in despair people, Be reborn people, Be reborn people, Be in despair people.” The artist seems to find a hope in ‘Child of the Night’[5] and this child does Parkour by traversing the contour lines of a city, denying a predictable future and seeking to inscribe his presence.

Her publication project <ㅁ> is directly derived from a repeated square as the key image in the poem, but it comprehensively indicates such signs as Korean Alphabet consonant ㅁ (mieum), Chinese character ㅁ (Ip Gu), a square screen and four dimensions to deal with the issues of space, language and image. An ad-hoc publication gathering was formed with her suggestion, engaging 11 specialists in various fields – architecture, art history, mathematics, film, music and language – and explored the past and the present, and Asia and Europe with a focus on the 1930s when Yi Sang was active along with his poetry. They have broadened up the possibilities of interpretation by using multi-languages and irregular meanings – features of a poem - and frequently utilizing signs. The participants suggested various outcome ranging from critical research to creative fiction and new ideation by using their own mother languages or special languages in each field – drawing and score, etc. Discussed were the following topics: the history of Passage, department stores, and the World’s Fair, aesthetics of avant-garde montage, irregular language usage and translation of literature during the Japanese colonial rule, political features of post-colonial and East Asian avant-garde poetry, surrealism and strategies of strolling, leaps and resistance of science and technology, dichotomy in the modern times and reasoning of reverse perspectives.

In a chapter among them all, Jun released <Diagrammed Robot>(2020) in a new format of a critical fiction. It is an interpretation of Yi Sang’s poetry and a handbook on her own video works where she suggests a method deviating from a newly established code system or a perspective view: an anatomical map of a robot in the name of a ‘drawing in a reverse perspective.’ While her prior works were dominated by a perspective view in the form of a scenery, this time, she reversed it to suggest an anatomical map of a robot with limbs and organs. The robot as a scrap metal and chunk of meat is a surrealistic monster as a result of ‘ad-hoc cross-breeding of the past and the future.’ And surrealistic reasoning is the artist’s authority to make a crack in the reality.

The first part of the video embodies a peculiar image of Seon-bawi rocks in Inwang Mountain and Guksadang Shrine as a religious furnace that embraces all sorts of beliefs within. It is considered as a ‘head or a mass.’ The movement of escalators in a department store or in a subway in Paris is revealed as the ‘torso or chest.’ The ‘eyes or nose’ would reject a single view, and the ‘ears or mouth’ connected in Mobius strip is based on the reference of Ritronello which follows the disorder in chaos. Graf Zeppelin in modern times and drones in the contemporary period are compared to the ‘legs or toe nails’ realizing the magic art of shortening distances and warp, while ‘arms or hands’ establish a temporary pathway as a tactile sense of identifying the world of night. Hypothesizing a runway by combining the ironical and connecting time and space is what the ‘genitals or pelvis’ related to the reproduction of robots is to do. Lastly, the duty of redefining the perception of time and memories to ‘multiplicate a single one’ and ‘delete what is fixed’ is imposed on the ‘heart or viscera.’[6]

Jun reintroduced the medium of sculpture, which she has not used for long, to this exhibition, further diversifying and giving a volume to the layers within. She explored the primate form of sculpture as a chuck being reminiscent of stones or rocks. These were made out of melted plastics – PET bottles, globes, straws and disposable cups – and plastic sheets. They are suggested as dissolved consumptive capital and scenes of a destroyed city, reflecting Yi Sang’s dream world: he imagined a city where everything would boil and melt down when sirens ring at noon, dreaming of wings to grow under armpits. Visualized is a world that has been converted into the world of pure and transparent chunks after the existing values and systems break down by embodying the lines reminding of globe fragments or roads and remains of daily living. It could also be a pathway connecting the time from the past to the future – from one end to the opposite end in space. Moreover, this primitive chunk derived from a scenery – interestingly enough – is reorganized into <ORGAN> of heart, knees, hips and eyes, moving forward as a dynamis of new birth while forming a fragmented body.

Yet, would the sign of this birth be realized? Would there be a valid key hidden in Seonbawi rocks in Inwang Mountain – the center of modern Seoul, yet the epicenter of irrational and premodern beliefs – to reverse the historical flow after the modern period? Jun made <Storage>(2020) resembling a miniaturized Inwang Mountain with precious silver, under which she hid a suspicious key inscribed with <AU MAGASIN DE NOUVEAUTES>. Silver is a capital that flew in from the Orient enabling the modernization in the West, thus is an ironical historic evidence. While the operability of the key is unidentifiable, the small mountain plays a role being ‘disguised’ as a precious product on the shelf in a showroom resembling either a temporary scaffold or a new store.

[1] Walter Benjamin that owned Paul Klee’s printmaking work of <Angelus Novus> (1920) called it the ‘angel of history,’ diagnosing the historical scene driven by a storm of progressiveness.

[2] It is the name of a spatial diagram used in architecture. The diagram called ‘tessère’ in French was first suggested by Dutch artist and architect Theo van Doesburg in 1925. It is a theory where the internal and external parts in a space are determined by the shape of a square, and the shape is infinitely expandable in all dimensions. A similar idea is found in paintings of Mondrian engaged in De Still movement. Kim Jiwoo, Lee Soojong, ‘Intellectuals who diagnoses modern society including himself’, Journal of the Korean Poetics Studies, no.57 p.174

[3] LZ No.127 sailing out for a world travel in August 1929 departed from Germany, and arrived at Tokyo, Japan as a stopover site before crossing the Pacific Ocean after travelling the Eastern Europe and Russia. It achieved a travel time which was 22 hours faster than expected by finishing off the sail in 102 hours for 6,600 miles. It is said that the Japanese were utterly shocked and overwhelmed by the dominant science and technology of the West, and acclaimed for a narrower geographical gap between the East and the West.

[4] Last line in <Notes to the Lines 2> in Yi Sang’s poem series <The Third Angle Design> (1931)

[5] “Topologists are children of night. Algebraists deal with the knife of strictness with absolute clarity.” It is a comment of French mathematician and philosopher René Frédéric Thom(1923-2002) pinning hopes on topologists that imagined connection of tempo-spatial continuums and organisms, instead of algebra as the basis of modern technological development through absolute clarity. Emmanuel Ferrand, “Child of the Night”, <ㅁ>, organpress, 2020, p.284

[6] Sojung Jun, “Diagrammed Robot” <ㅁ>, organpress, 2020, pp.305-315 ⬅︎

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makingmediameta · 7 years ago

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Keyword Definition: Narrative/Narrative Poetry

Many people do not recognize narrative as a medium itself. However, the narrative form is frequently used in day to day conversations: such as the retelling of stories, social media, press, etc. This paper will be focusing on the definition of narrative and how it connects to narrative poetry medium. A narrative is a story with a spoken or written account of connected events. It is a description of related events, real or imaginary, presented in a sequence of written or spoken words, still or moving images, or even both. In plain terms, it is basically a form of retelling, using words, of some event that happened, also known as a story. Narrative poetry is a form of writing that mainly focuses on the narrative throughout the entire work.

Narrative poetry is an example of using the narrative within another medium. It connects the narrative writing style in the form of poetry, thus narrative poetry. Narrative poetry is a form of poetry that tells a story, often making the voices of a narrator and characters, and it is also a form of communication. The story is usually written in metered verse and does not always have to follow rhythmic patterns. Poems that make up narrative poetry may be short or long, and the story it relates to may also be complex. Narrative poems typically include epics, ballads, idylls, and lays. Some narratives take the form of a novel in verse, and shorter narrative poems are often similar in style to the short story. Many poems are narratives, but also, many narratives are poems. “Most poems before the nineteenth century, and many since then, have been narrative poems. The range of narrative poetry is enormous; it includes the entire epic tradition, primary and secondary, oral and written, as well as medieval and early-modern verse romances, folk ballads and their literary adaptations, narrative verse autobiographies” (Beginning to Think about Narrative in Poetry, 12). Poems were known to have the narrative aspect in its stories, hence it became a popular form of writing. It became a well-known form of writing and many commonly used it in their poetry. However, many people today do not consider narrative as part of poetry.

Not all poetry is included in the narrative poetry category, but that does not mean that all poetry is not narrative poetry. There are many poems that include the narrative form within their stories and plot. It can be seen that “the majority of the world’s literary narratives are poetic narratives” (McHale, 12). Just because not all of them are centered around the narrative form, it is not acceptable to exclude all of poetry completely. Because of the great complexities of narrative and poetry, narrative poetry deserves to be recognized as its own medium. People underappreciate the value of narrative poetry and what it can teach.

One of the first things that comes to mind when thinking of a narrative is a novel or short story. They have become the focus of narrative stories, and many people start to forget that other forms of poetry also use the narrative in their writings. Hartsock explains that the definition of “narrative literary journalism is true-life stories that read like a novel or short story” (22). He also mentions that reading novels or short stories results in “social or cultural allegory, with potential meanings beyond the literal in the broadest sense of allegory’s meaning” (ibid). Over time, novels and short stories have become more popular today that the numerous other forms of narrative poetry have started to be forgotten.

Narrative poetry can also be used as a teaching tool because poetry can be a powerful medium for literacy and technology development. Narrative poetry is a common type of poetry used today, but it is not widely recognized as popular. Many authors use this form of the narrative, and it is important to consider how common it really is and should be recognized as a beneficial technique in poetry. I think that the definition of narrative poetry has changed over the years based on sociocultural influences. The basis of the poetry remains the same, but like anything it changes over time. A while ago, poetry was only considered for pleasure reading, but now it is used as a teaching tool. Poetry can be seen to have an “important role in improving literacy skills and [there are] a variety of ways to make poetry teaching effective” (Hughes, 1). It has become a useful tool in helping students understand poetry and the English language.

Contemporary narrative theory suggests that narrative poetry is no longer commonly recognized as part of poetry today. Many readers and audiences do not pay attention to the aspect of narrative in the poetry. There is only the focus on ‘poetry’. The narrative continues to be used in numerous mediums, however, poetry is not considered a medium that contains narrative. The contemporary narrative theory is almost silent about poetry, for it seems to neglect poetry entirely. It does not mention or consider poetry when discussing narratives. The narrative aspect of poetry is starting to be forgotten in today’s era.

Another problem with narrativity and poetry is modernism. It is believed that modernism creates a problem with the long poem. According to McHale in “Weak Narrativity: The Case of Avant-Garde Narrative Poetry,” modernism interdicts narrative modes of organization and submits the long-poem genre, for example, to a general lyricization. As a result, this form of the long poem lacks any continuous narrative. Instead, it is made up of lyric fragments strung together in sequence. He continues to discuss that the narrative, while not utterly banished, becomes the invisible "master-narrative" which is not present anywhere in the text but ensures the text's ideological coherence (162). However, in postmodernism there is more narrativity in poems than with modernism, but there is still a difference. McHale continues to argue that it is problematic to identify the narrative in poems. He says that readers have trouble “determining what belongs with what, of reassembling the scattered narrative fragments; and the text refuses to cooperate with us in the task, as it might have done by indicating relevant continuities (coreference) of space, time, or agent from fragment to fragment” (ibid). Even though it may be hard to determine exactly what the narrative is trying to convey, it does not lessen the significance of poetry using the narrative form.

Works Cited

Hartsock, John C. A History of American Literary Journalism: The Emergence of a Modern Narrative Form. Amherst: University of Massachusetts, c2000., 2000.

Hughes, Janette. "Poetry: A powerful medium for literacy and technology development." 2007, file:///C:/Users/crazy/AppData/Local/Temp/Hughes.pdf.

McHale, Brian. "Beginning to Think about Narrative in Poetry." Narrative, vol. 17 no. 1, 2009, pp. 11-27. Project MUSE, doi:10.1353/nar.0.0014.

McHale, Brian. “Weak Narrativity: The Case of Avant-Garde Narrative Poetry.” Narrative, vol. 9, no. 2, 2001, pp. 161–167. JSTOR, JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/20107242.

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Professors headcanons (Excluding ex-teachers/certain Ravenwood NPCs)

Cyrus Drake enjoys reading books in his own personal library and writes his own original works such as poems and haiku’s

Moolinda Wu has a gigantic botanical garden and she tends it every morning before she heads to class.

Dalia Falmea despite being a Fire Wizard loves to relax in her bathtub with scented candles before she heads to bed.

Lydia Greyrose loves to bake. Cookies, cake, gingerbread houses, you name it. She can bake anything.

Halston Balestrom despite being small, always crafts his own technology. They almost always backfire but he still enjoys making them anyway.

Alhazred only writes in scrolls. Never any modern day letters/books. He’s very traditional.

Dworgyn owns a ghostly mansion. It’s not actually haunted or anything, he just likes everything looking spooky.

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Love is Technology is Death, Chapter 1

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Love is Technology is Death, Chapter 1

1. Tram

I walk down the staircase without any clothes on. Descending deep into the unconsciousness of my self. The whole self. And at the height of my shame, my feet stand on bare earth, and I cannot be shaken. Here is a tragedy of self, discussed by principle and emboldened with the categorical transcriptions of a modern night fly; a lightning bug. Neon in the cold black air. A cool breeze. I blink and wash away the corners of the night. Back to writing, away from distractions. Close your mouth and open your mind and set the symbols free on paper. That is what you do best, I tell myself. But it isn’t enough. It isn’t lately. In fact it’s been months since I had a good write, penning down thoughts like water flowing, cascading across the page; text falling into place as if to exclude all other portions of my slowly burning sanity. No, it isn’t like that at all. I am struggling to make ends meet, poetically speaking. Poetically. Yes, that’s what it all comes down to. Are my lips beautiful enough to spout out the mathematics of a science evolved slowly into perfection since the beginning of the written word? My lips. I look in the mirror. Black lipstick, no smile. No frown, either. But no smile. Oh god, I think, one more poem, that’s all I need to write for now. And I push aside all thoughts of a writer’s inhibitions.

To see the sun burn my eyes

Holy sea an eternity of musical birthing of our new philosophy

Seven heads and ten horns

From which sprang

Eternal bliss, un- complicated actualization of accidental biological circumscription

A murder of crows heavy on the winds of our imaginations

Nothing changes in this freeze-dried echo chamber of a mind. The thoughts of yesterday pierce the silence and leave me questioning, is this all there is? Mnemonic consultation drives me deeper into regression and a corrupted disk of self-reflective data. What is important? Here and now. What drives the heart and the head into motion and makes me want to drop everything to look into your eyes again? One more moment and it is gone. Pools of collected discarded gigabytes, unclaimed information, this is love. For me, love is a string of numbers too long to comprehend. DNA or maps of complex circuitry, pistol shots in the dark, at 4 a.m. just outside my filthy little apartment complex. I draw breath still, and that is enough. I got a letter today. They want to publish me. It’s just a small press; they are not going to pay me anything but they’ll circulate my work. It’s a strange derivative; coming into this vector field all alone, screaming at the integrals, hoping God will save me. Every concrete mathematical observation set ironically in stone. So, now I have to send them a bio and a photograph of me. But I won’t. I’ll send them Kate’s. She’s prettier than me. I don’t know why but this time is different. There feels to be a lot at stake. I better make it perfect. I have been a woman, I have been a man, I have been black, I’ve been beautiful and ugly all at once. Hispanic, Asian, Middle Eastern. I come in all shapes and sizes. And all the bodies in between. Sometimes I get confused about who I really am. Christian, Muslim, Atheist; Jew. None of it really matters. What matters is the text, the writing. If I can write, and they can comprehend, or even if they can’t; it’s all been done with purpose and with soulful perturbation. I cried the other day; I suppose that’s why I write, to cleanse myself of dead bodies. Dead bobbing bodies, sucking me down into the mire. Yes, that’s where I always end up, writing or not. Damn this keyboard. Damn this monitor. I need a distraction from the body of my son. I need to see beyond what’s been pulling me lately into the depths of a sub-real alchemy.

‘’Had you,, & I sought out scientific truths as consequential rain as synthetic glue & gossamer reconstructive, preconceived dismissal without dignity the science of letting things ‘’precipitate,, danger & wanton glass shards of hurt in parallel with & in addition to the silhouette which spans the seas

Numb. That’s what I become between short and quickened breaths as ink pours prophetically onto a blank slate. No, not ink. Nor a slate, but the infinitely turning digital pages in my notebook. Abiword to be more precise. Did you know ‘Abiword ‘is not in Abiword’s own dictionary? It feels odd having to add it. I’ve been asleep since writing Code is Poetry. I don’t keep track of dreams anymore; they just drive me mad in the first place. I used to have recurring dreams about God, about angels, about … her. Her. Now I try not to care, not to imagine that there’s this separate world behind the scenes or that there are such things as angels & demons. God is a facade. A sham. A hat trick. That’s what I tell myself, at least, in order to stay sane. A deep breath. Love is Technology is Death. My memoir mixed with anecdotes & apocrypha, my fictitious self-biography scratched into a digital book, my emotional stain. And you can see where the blood pooled. Her, her, & hers. Back to writing, I think, there are many ways to skin a cat. Where to begin, and where to– There’s a disruption at my front door, but I don’t answer. Not at first. But the knocking is persistent, so I open. “Ciao,” her face to my face for the first time in ages. Ciao. Renata lays down some of her paintings on the sofa and turns around to greet me. Yes, I was a visual artist in a past life, and yes I still do works occasionally, mostly these collaborative ones. I take a glance at what she has brought me. “They look nice,” I say. Maybe I will use something for the cover of my next book. I smile. And we kiss.

A bird; a poet, I should have seen it from the beginning; she can fly, soar but they will put her down; in chains. Nobody wants to see her drowning in the dirty depths; but here we are; dashing through the snow without a sleigh bell jingling. You’d have thought I’d placed a plastic bag over my head and recited every word in its abundance taking to heart the necessities of my imagination

My job duties include peppering the ham until it is to taste, silently and assuredly scraping bones against flesh against key presses, and maintaining some semblance of order to our WordPress installation. I miss Rome. Seven more days, that’s all. Or is it weeks? Months? God it feels like an eternity. But I hate traveling. It’s not the long trip waiting in my seat for eight or nine hours while time slowly ticks away. No, it’s security. It’s crowds of people weaving in and out of my private space. But mostly it’s the anxiety of getting to my assigned gate on time, of the possibility of losing my bags, of her not being there on time to pick me up. I can barely remember the first time there, it’s been so many times now. The traffic. Yes, that’s what stood out the most. Nobody stays in their lane there. They weave in and out or drive right smack in the middle of the road. It is chaos. And I love it. I love watching all the cars organically moving in and out like water molecules, fighting for a chance to escape their bottle. But there is no exit from this container, just a never ending series of trips back and forth, place to place.

Benediction chamber of circular saw reactionary plea

Felt like iron tentacles; marmalade polarization fields, aperture grooves.

Fat like scientific journals, I melt the door like wax;

‘’OPEN,,

But the door is shut.

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