38 Posts Tagged "storytelling"

Kean University 2018, The Network

Reflecting on Selfie-Reflecting~

helterskelliter on February 18, 2018February 18, 2018

Are you in your selfie? After this week’s discussion on selfies, that’s been the question I’ve been mulling over in my mind. And, to be honest, I’ve no answers–just more to wonder about. Reflections on Reflections I’ve already said much about selfies myself but I was interested to hear what my peers had to say about the emerging genre of digital art & creation. More, I was interested in what people thought of the idea of selfies being a form of communication. […]

Kean University 2018, The Network

Reflections of Us

helterskelliter on February 17, 2018February 18, 2018

What the Professors did not know when they turned the whole world into a glass eye is what would reflect back. See, they made the eyes out of mirrored glass. Covered spires and lampposts, windows and concrete with tiny, shiny eyes–always watching, always showing. Without pupils or irises, they seem to follow you, act out your life in their little sclera screens for you. Beads of silver beneath moonlight–darkness the only safe place, now. Reflected back, we saw how small and easy we […]

Kean University 2018, The Network

Selfie-Reflecting~

helterskelliter on February 10, 2018February 10, 2018

(I’ve rocked a few regrettable interesting looks, huh???) Images are moments and if moments are experiences, then what experience does the “selfie” capture? What is the selfie? What does it represent? Society Says…. Well, that depends. When it comes to social perceptions, the selfie, like most new digital media, typically gets a bad rep. What did you think society would say??? According to one article in Jezebel, by Erin Gloria Ryan, “Selfies aren’t empowering; they’re a high tech reflection of the f*cked up way society […]

Kean University 2018, The Network

Degenerate Art 2.0~

helterskelliter on February 4, 2018February 4, 2018

Putting That Art History Minor To Task… New art always gets a bad rep. Whether it’s the Dada nonsense of Duchamp (i.e. his lovely Fountain) or the Neo-Dada digitized nonsense embodied in some works of ELit such as in Jason Nelson’s This is How You Will Die, there will be critics and they will be harsh. Digital art is the newest on the scene and so I believe that’s part of why there is so much skepticism surrounding it. Some people think it is […]

Open Participants 2018, The Network

Here we go again! Taking Year 2 of Networked Narratives for a spin!

Mark Corbett Wilson on January 21, 2018January 21, 2018

What The Heck Kind of Course is This? At the core this is a bonafide on the ground course in Networked Narratives at Kean University, with registered students who will spend some time each week in a classroom. Last year it was co-taught by Mia Zamora at Kean join via the interwebs by Alan Levine who beamed in from his home Arizona. Several of you participated. This time around, Alan is the sole teacher, still beaming in, with the assistance […]

Kean University 2018, The Network

What Kind of Story Am I?

helterskelliter on January 21, 2018January 21, 2018

A #FakeNews one??? jk~ A best-seller I hope >.> Cutting Through the Silence For this week’s DDA, I imagined my navigation of my internet space as a bright, white line cutting through a chaotic and haphazard ball of scribbly static. It’s kind of like a radio signal–lost in the haze until the right frequency tunes in. Then, my movements have resonance, they create this larger picture. Tell a story. Reveal a larger truth. Reveal me. But, what if those tuning […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Objects With Meaning

Alan Levine aka CogDog on January 8, 2018

Yesterday I lost a dog leash in the woods. What’s the big deal? I took my friend Kevin who was visiting, on one of my specialty semi brutal hikes, a near 7 mile bushwack, up the top of the mountain we see from my house. We were working our way around a steep section, the quote/unquote trail a long time gone, following elk tracks and my best guess for a route upward. I realized than I had put Felix’s leash […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Shadow Girl Reflects VI: Sharing

helterskelliter on March 28, 2017

“World building” is somehow a difficult concept to attribute to the world–proper, so to speak. Actually, it’s kind of a hard term to think of the world in/with because the world is built, isn’t it? All around us, there are these constructed and contrived places. Infrastructure and institutions. Spaces with such seemingly benign, or, should I say, obvious stories that even considering them as storied spaces at all is bizarre. Like, I know why the library is in the center of main campus–access and availability. And, […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Skin Girl

helterskelliter on March 27, 2017

Drumbeat batters breeze bare-knuckled. Bloody, if it could. Tut-tut-tut transforms the atmosphere into something tormented. Tortured. Just a sliver shy of a scream. I sway to the sound, skin soaking in its scathe. Absorbing the maim and claim. The tug and tear. In the thick of the crowd, illuminated by a mix of fire and faint moonlight, a figure fights the drum’s beating. Twists sharp turns to thwart possession. To prevail. A losing game. Once lured in, that’s it. Other figures clap, […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Shedding Silence

helterskelliter on March 26, 2017

So, my laptop managed to make a miraculous recovery. *killjoys make some noise~* She’s a real trooper. Anyway, that means I finally got around to playing with sound. And, to being frustrated by it. That said, I didn’t really feel a strong pull towards any of the not-to-do-list prompts. I did really like reading one of my works aloud in class this past week, though. So, I decided to run with that and record myself–again–reading my story. Only, this time, with some added sound […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Shadow Girl Reflects V: Silent

helterskelliter on March 21, 2017

So, you may have noticed that I’ve been rather silent this week. Or, maybe you haven’t…. Anyway, the reason why Shadow Girl has been on the down-low these past few days is because she is currently–and unfortunately–without a reliable mode of access to the digitalscape Last Wednesday, in fact, my laptop decided to–moment of silence–die. At least, that’s the official diagnosis till I hear back from the repair techs. (And, tbh, they’re outlook was not very encouraging.) Since, I’ve been […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Split Girl

helterskelliter on March 20, 2017

“See.” Auntie would hiss, breath-half mist-half piss–spit splattering across my face like soggy freckles. “Don’t you see?” Spittle soaking deep into bone, I’d bob my neck up down. A metronome kicked on its side. But that was never enough. My compliance meant nothing till it suffered. Till I suffered. Till I looked. “Can’t you see?” A banshee-screech that bounced off mirrored glass like my small skull in Auntie’s gargantuan grip. Bang. Bang. “I see.” My raspy exhale fogged the glass. “See […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Ghost Girl

helterskelliter on March 12, 2017

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. ~ Edgar Allen Poe Mama went in her sleep. How she wanted. How she dreamed. Death is an illusion. An imagined end. Mama rasped toward her own foreseeable ending, breaths short and shallow. We don’t live here. We live inside. When you dream, my little ghost, look for me. I will be there. So I did. When Mama moved on from here, I searched–inside. Reached into the recesses. Haunted […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Living Dead Girl IV

helterskelliter on March 8, 2017

Part I, Part II, Part III, I’ve become accustomed to being watched. Hollow, sightless eyes boring into me from beyond. Gaping gazes trying to swallow me up, their seeking ravenous for every last scrap. For anything that could fill the empty spaces. Make them a little less like windows without torches. It’s ever-night where they are. Nana said one evening while I was studying the intricacies of incantation intonation at the table, her knobby knuckles knocking a suspiciously rhythmic beat against the window’s wooden […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Dream Girl

helterskelliter on February 28, 2017

“Let’s go to our happy place.” Mommy would say when Daddy’s voice began to hit a certain octave–somewhere between a beastly bellow and a rumbling growl. It bounced off bone. Broke bone–when a slur accompanied it. Sometimes when it didn’t. Mommy told the nurses I was clumsy–a topsy, turvy tot falling head over teapot. Lost in my own little dream land. The nurses never looked as convinced as Mommy did. Hospitals were frequent but transient haunts, us hollow-eyed phantasms in advance mourning for […]