#ExperimentalWriting

[marcogiovenale]

memo: i canali di slowforward: whatsapp e telegram

Da 21 anni – dal 2003 – slowforward offre materiali e aggiornamenti sulle scritture di ricerca, segnalazioni di reading di prosa (e poesia), conferenze, recensioni, critica letteraria, traduzioni, immagini, video, audio, gif, politica, polemiche, mazzate al mainstream, mostre e mostri di arte attuale e incontri, materiali verbovisivi, glitch, scrittura asemica, musica sperimentale, collage,…

[sebastianandresvis]

Finding an EMPTY SPACE is my graduation project!

Whether you like it or not; everything changes and the world around us is chaotic, weird, and incomprehensible. Yet, here we are! All breathing, reading Pinterest captions, and sometimes even typing behind typewriters.

Writing on a typewriter allowed me to create visual compositions in a completely different manner than I would on a computer. Other than being sensitive to mistakes and being time-expensive, the typewriter offers a grid where creation might be limited but therefore feels limitless.

You type it, you see it, and it’s there on paper. It is the sounds of the keys, the rolling of the paper, and the rewinding of the sentence. The way you can softly press or SMASH IT IN.

Find more artworks: @sebastianandresvis

[kajapopko123456]

William S. Burroughs: A Man Within review by Kaja Popko

William S. Burroughs: A Man Within explores the life of a Beat writer who was arguably the grittiest and most bedeviling of the group. Despite his association with punk and grunge, Burroughs's work was lyrically plaintive and his voice provided a window to his ineffable sadness. The documentary features interviews with Burroughs and his admirers, but they frustratingly only alight on his literary significance when speaking in terms of personal influence. Leyser attempts to equate Burroughs's gun fetishism with Hunter S. Thompson's recklessness, but Burroughs's most accomplished fiction was the boiling run-off of his inner-demon-induced sweat. Burroughs epitomized the 20th-century ideal of the over-educated libertine and forever changed the conversation about sexual orientation, but his last boyfriend recounts an evening where he confessed his love, only to be laughingly dismissed. A Man Within persuasively argues that Burroughs's most dangerous addiction might have been the refusal of love.

Kaja_Popko

[lsttcs]

millionaire delivery driver dada, dracula, office happenings, ad new chapbook rechopped up

[andyklingensmith]

Archival #11

Autumn 2021

Does dirt taste different with context? Does sand change under your thumb? I could’ve swore the wind sang my favorite melody, knew my birthday, loved my mum

How small is life here and how big nothingness! How I dont have words for any of these things I don’t, I don’t, I don’t Not only for how things are but for how things can be These don’t mean much of anything to me

I look forward See darkness Look upward See light Look down and See nothing Look left and See right

Cahoots with the phantom in wait with the key Not ever presenting less beckoned by thee

So how many miles still to Babylon? It’s threescore miles and ten And can I get there just by candlelight?

Yea, and back again Yea, and back again Yea, and back again Yea, and back again 

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The sun, The candle, The lantern...

I will write it down in fire

and live inside it. And put my fear between it all Away again, where the wind worships me asleep Out there on the porch

Face in the window,

please be my reflection.

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Your heart is the thinker Your brain cools the blood Your hands merely surface to hold dirt and mud

Your eyes are a picture In front is the screen The things that you’re knowing are not what they seem

So too is the tonguing So desperate for taste But in different context A solid is paste

So what is to make of The life that we live When all that remains is what’s left from the sieve

What’s dropped there between the holes in perception Flows out to the ocean in its own direction

Be wary of movement Be wary of “sure” They’re tricks sent from heaven as poison, as lure

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The skeletons even say “Isn’t he thin?” And I stand to reason with flesh they stood in

How can, so undying, a memory fade? Deep wells in my heart Slow deaths in the shade

A community of lions and devils and dirt Whose only sole purpose was contemplate hurt

And champion unwilling Though willing too they seem I’d ask what you were doing but not know what you mean

Some bread left naked My skin without freckle My teeth stand unsharpened My heart knows no courage

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Oh beautiful bridge, I cross you and leave the town and see you stretch in another day against some other crossing Looking the same but different Older yet sometimes new It’s hard to think I recognize you Oh beautiful bridge, I cross you and go into town

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“” It was a beautiful sight

The struggle of carp

To regain their abode

Before the river dried up

To a trickle and trap

There in strange pools of water

You would not need a line

You would not need a hook

You could leave those at home

You would always return

Where no drama repeats

It was a sin to catch them

It was worse to eat them

They are part of the people

Under blankets of nets “”

[tuckersampson]

[zebranovember-blog]

Patrizio della Luna \ a novel by \\ (or, "An Artist's Anatomy") \\\ Metropotamia \\\\ 666,666 words \\\\\ {#Glitcherature} #glitch #glitchart #glitchwave #glitchartcollective #glitchartistscollective #asemic #asemicwriting #asemicart #abstract #abstractwriting #abstractart #conceptual #conceptualwriting #conceptualart #experimental #experimentalwriting #experimentalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B9aXoH3nUHA/?igshid=1e4lwjv774rzn

[purplecurl]

A conversation with a book

Hello dear

My newest acquisition

My sweet friend

You look big and strong and like you have a story to tell

Take me on an adventure in between your marvelous pages

Once upon a time, a girl loved to read. Once upon a time, a girl had an addiction. Once upon a time, she acquired many a book, had to build many a shelf for her many of friends.

Where will you take me, book?

Will you take me to distant verdant isles, with soft citrus breezes?

Will you take me to a dark musty room, pregnant with silence and secrets begging to be told?

Or will you take me to an old man’s room, hunched in front of his desk, writing with his crooked fingers a story that he wants the world to know...?

Wherever you decide to take me, take me with caution lest I get lost in your yellow pages. For lost I will be. Willingly. Every single time.

[oilyhairmagazine-blog]

Submissions

We are currently open for submissions! Taking everything!- poetry, prose, non-fic, fic, essays, visual and audio works, digital based texts, experimental texts. Marginalised folx are given priority! 

We want you! It is completely free and we work as a means for providing young budding writers and artists with a platform to publish work and offer critical feedback. We are not-for profit and independent publication platform - run by young people who cannot afford to pay you (yet!) 

Looking towards a future where we can pay you beyond the means of critical feedback.

[bibliobethblog]

I’m currently reading Ali Smith’s seasonal quartet in chime with the seasons and I’m loving experiencing it this way, despite having a few wobbles with Autumn and not understanding what was going on! Sometimes, I don’t feel intelligent enough to discuss Ali’s books in great depth, I just let the words wash over me and try not to worry too much about hidden meaning, nuances or connections between each book in the series. I do think however, that if I read all the books in one gulp, I might pick up a little better the links and purpose of her writing. ⁣ ⁣ Winter follows two older sisters, Sophia and Iris who have very different world and political views and have been estranged for some time. During a family get together at Christmas, Sophia’s son Art arrives at her house with Lux, a girl he has recently paid to be his girlfriend for the holidays. His “real” girlfriend, Charlotte has broken up with him. Lux’s presence ends up bringing Sophia, Iris and Art together, in essence lighting the way to heal their family rift. ⁣ ⁣ Ali Smith’s writing is as always experimental, complex, clever and intriguing. There’s a lot more going on beneath the surface than you’d first expect and I think if I studied this properly and critically I’d be overwhelmed by what she’s managed to do with language. There’s references to the art of Barbara Hepworth, a disembodied head and so many relevant thoughts and ideas about the world right here, right now. I’m not going to worry too much about what I’ve missed and just enjoy the experience of reading her words with no expectations and no pressure. ⁣ ⁣ Four solid stars 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟 ⁣ ⁣ #bookstagram #bookstagramuk #bookreview #bookreviewer #winter #alismith #seasonalquartet #literaryfiction #booksthatintimidateme #readingoutsidemycomfortzone #beautifulbooks #experimentalwriting #booksthatstaywithyou #readingmybacklist https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb4mMOxgQUP/?utm_medium=tumblr

[marcogiovenale]

exploring the fediverse

… I’m exploring the #fediverse looking for Italian and/or .EN and/or .FR #experimentalwriting — and traces of #asemicwriting too. But it seems like very very few people dealing with that kind of stuff live under the fediverse free flag. (Is anyone out there?!) I have (and I like and use a lot) my #mastodon space here: @differx@mastodon.uno While (absent) echoes received by my account in…

[blackqb-blog]

HOT

we used to Hotwire the cars and then drive them all around the city with a flare in our bodies” theres no feeling like it” its a lonely life but It sure as fuxk beat the office job” I saw fight club and did some mushier with the boys and I said why not make a career out of stealing cars and hot wiring” I watch a lot of Joe rogan and guy Ritchie movies so it was obvious that I was going to do something big” turns out nothing really big ever happened’ I stayed in town and bombarded cid a lot and it was fun for awhile but I didnt really have shit going for myself” I mean look at me I went to school to be a writer and now im not” I work at the flubbing ton post sitting at home trying to fuxk the Youngers at the university” not exactly the best life ever but I could be like that homeless guy that got thrown out of his house by that dj” ok that would be kind of sick to be homeless actually” maybe ill just spark up with me bros”

[godobe]

I am ecstatic to be co-EIC-ing Vol. VII of @expositionreview with @mellindah and the rest of the Expo crew. We wanna see your #fiction, #flashfiction, #cnf, #poetry, #stageplays & #screenplays, #comics, #filmwriting, #experimentalwriting, and #visualart on the theme of #Flux. Submissions open next week! 🤩 #editorslife Posted @withregram • @expositionreview Announcing the theme for #ExpoReview: Vol. VII: #Flux!!! “For Vol. VII, we’re looking for work that explores this theme and all of the conflicts that arise when a character’s life is upended, when they’re asked to either give in to the flow of life, or fight the undertow with everything they have. We’re interested in the stories that flow out of us as people, voluntary or involuntary. (And let’s be honest, the #BacktotheFuture reference is right there.)” Once again, all issue contributors will be PAID! Submissions open Sept. 15 and will be accepted through Dec. 31. Submit by Nov. 1 for guaranteed feedback. Find all the details here: bit.ly/ExpoFlux. #callforsubmissions #theme #litjournal #litmag https://www.instagram.com/p/CTnHMsePYaj/?utm_medium=tumblr

[amylittlefordauthor]

🎊𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐭 𝐔𝐩 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲🎊 If you've been following my posts this week you'll know I'm looking at experimental fiction at University. So yesterday we looked at cut up poetry! I used the 'Lazarus Corporation machine' where I took 3 long quotes from Little Women and put them in the cut up machine. This mixes up all the words creating a random sequence and then I took out what I liked and transformed it into poetry! I love that Victorian language is still clear and that you can still take actual meaning from the poem. I really enjoyed the process! ❤ I love Little Women as well so all round great experience! #amylittlefordauthor #amylittlefordpoetry #amylittleford #experimentalwriting #poetry #littlewomen #louisamayalcott #poetry #love #quotes #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poet #writer #poetsofinstagram #poems #writersofig #bookstagram #books #booklover #book #bookworm #bookstagrammer #reading #bookish #booknerd #bookaddict #bibliophile #instabook (at Cambridge, Cambridgeshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CH0ehujFTyT/?igshid=jwpen5nc50hm

[louisewoodcock]

For #diwali ~ the light pours out of me... ‘Red’ From Tank Pamphlet #Benjackson #collage @lydia.lunch.official provided a great quote #sick #concretepoetry #poetry #writing #spirituality #healing #shadowwork #poet #artist #liveartist #performanceartist #spokenword #experimentalwriting #esoteric #occult #magick #spells (at Hulme) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHlx7yXAoAE/?igshid=2w66ealtdfpi

[artbookdap]

Congrats Siglio Press & 'Madeline Gins Reader' editor Lucy Ives on this great review in Publishers Weekly!⁠⠀ "This wide-ranging, energetic anthology of poetry and experimental fiction, with an authoritative introduction by Ives ("Loudermilk") shows how Gins (1941–2014) explored the possibilities of literary form and its relationship to content. Gins published more than a dozen books, and also worked extensively as an architect and visual artist. These disciplines are exhilaratingly expressed in her poetry, formed by unusual typefaces and lists. Some poems look handwritten and smudged and/or crossed out, as Gins works with the look and sounds of words. Also included are two early essays, lengthy excerpts from two other books, and her experimental novel cum artist’s book, Word Rain (1969), which employs a sensual approach to language and the confines of the page (“I massage geometry with a scented oil. The maintenance of lips. The battles of containers. I speak in the midst of a sifted silence”). Gins’s playfulness emerges in unattributed quotes from modernist literature (Beckett, Woolf) along with graphic design elements, such as a thumb protruding from the side of a page. At one point, Gins writes, “Words are moving over me.” A long section of imperatives—by turns ominous, hilarious, trivial—appears in all caps separated by white space. Stimulating and consistently surprising, this is a treat for those interested in interdisciplinary artists such as John Cage."⁠⠀ ⁠⠀ This is a bookseller favorite. Please order from your local independent #bookstorehero — many are still shipping or offering curbside pickup! You can also order from local independents via @bookshop_org or #indiebound⁠⠀⁠⠀⁠⠀⁠⠀ Or order directly from artbook.com⁠⠀⁠⠀ ⁠⠀ @sigliopress @l_cy_v_s @publisherswkly #madelineginsreader #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry @reversibledestinyfoundation #madelinegins #experimentalwriting #readmorewomen⁠⠀ https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Ai5-1p2IA/?igshid=mylnvr8jqxp9