Experimental Writing

Bits and Pieces

 

Too mainstream

Cheese is evil

Intentionally left blank

Coincidence?

Will we know

Culture of slackers

Tweet

Just makes all

In comic sans

Who is who?

Meet you again

Who are you?

Has been broken

Who is they?

Ever the question.

Mayo, if that matters

Is quiet here

Reasons for their wickedness

Thing in your mouth

Never eat apples

Because nobody can

No worse sound

Punished, not fed

What are all

Feet off seats

Let you down

Information cortex

Motor memory and

Perception of the brains

Sleep paralysis

In your own soup

Out my hair

Common letter

Highly social killer

Worker’s art

Scheme scantron sheet

Sleeping positions

Leopards sleep kinda

Sea of mud

Glop of poppy seeds

Neva eva

Cinnamon twirls

For the warriors

White box

Makes me wonder

My older brother

So glad

So exclusive

Pickled herring

Be pissed

Last night

X loo zun

Ow

Should have known

Nowhere else to go

Going through the motions

Flattiza, really

On the same plane

Lotsa flotsam

Glops and glares

Finding spirit animal

My reflection away

I watched

I watched

Seeking completion

Any takers?

And thriving

Springing ahead

Swap some war stories

Lloyd Wright situation

Hurt look in

And naught hair.

Effect on a room

Doing it alone

About a foot

I come in

Needles touch you

Shrapnel, metal carving

Undeniably human

Caged bird

And get wasted.

Tweetahleet

Picture repeats

Mungled case of insomnitus

It’s too late

Fresh glazed

Best porn

87 87

fatal attraction

photo of them

away little bird

western front

minutes and

almond/ambrosia

Demarcus Ware

Gradline grained

Passive aggressive

Close to the wall

Only ones who

Glaze me

Cookie

Through every crack

So tame

Off the scent

Traumatized failures

 

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7 Down Variation:

 

Looks like we’re the only ones who made it

All quiet on the western front

We don’t learn to appreciate until it’s too late

So young, so undeniably human

I suspect foul play and naught hair

Seeking completion and perfection

Not really a name for a billboard if we’re on the same plane

But it started out well last night

Weekends are for the warriors. Lets duel

Foolproof scheme? Scantron sheet.

Difference in perception of the brains in men and women.

There is no worse sound in the world than someone who cannot play the violin but insists on doing so anyway

Isn’t that ever the question?

Ron Swanson just makes all these tweets better.

Normally you would post a test tweet, but that’s too mainstream for us.

 

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Sense in a Sentence?

 

Normally you would

say anything.

My name is

intentionally left blank.

I think

we know

they will come to get us.

Tweet

better

in comic sans.

I can

meet you again like in a dream.

The real

curse has been

who,

isn’t that

who?

Wicked people

eat apples.

The moral

nobody can exactly agree on.

Who

should be punished

if God isn’t real?

Please

give

limited information

of emotions

of the brains in

sleep.

You wake up

pulling out

words in the English language.

We are

workers,

foolproof,

animals.

Funky

seems absurd.

Why

neva

whirl,

duel?

Limitations

make me wonder.

My

anonymous,

exclusive,

candied hearts

break

out.

Clue

Ow

Relax.

I have nowhere

to feel.

Really?

Not really.

Lotsa

glares.

It was

my reflection

I watched

take away

perfection.

Any thriving,

springing

group

got a

hurt look.

I suspect foul play

has that effect

that you

really

Boom.

Don’t scream.

Metal

human

of

youth.

Tweetahleetahleet

Like a mouth repeating

a mungled case

until

fresh

porn.

87.

Attraction is

a photo

away.

All

revisions,

spectacular

people.

Daring

to

stay close to

the only ones

with

tough

love.

Only

the scent.

Those lies.

 

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Commentary:

 

                   One of the things that fascinated me about our twitter feed was tracing the connections between various tweets. Sometimes we’d respond to each other or post on obviously related topics, while other times people’s responses seemed random, even if the author was personally inspired by a prior post. In my first poem, I wanted to see if these connections became more or less obvious if I edited the tweets. I selected a few words that struck me from each tweet, and arranged them in the same order the tweets were posted. In my second poem, I followed a process similar to the 7-Down experiment we used earlier this semester. I counted every seventh tweet and recompiled them to compose my poem. It was interesting to compare whether the lines seemed to flow more fluidly in my first or second piece, since I maintained the order of the tweets in the first and used a random process to create the second. Lastly, in my third piece, I tried to form sentences and phrases using lines from each tweet and maintaining the order. This was my favorite piece to write, since I felt I had a bit more artistic control than in the other two. Also, I ended up creating some phrases that I really enjoy, including “We are workers, foolproof animals,” “Metal human of youth,” and “Attraction is a photo away.”