A piece from my Postmodernism class — another assignment where we were asked to use a specific set of words centered around our individual areas of “expertise” (in my case, this was film production).
A prose-poem from my Postmodernism class — I cannot recall exactly what the assignment was, but I know it involved staggered pieces, and detached paragraphs, working with one another because they are in proximity. Proximity creates the meaning, not the content on its own.
This is another piece that uses proximity and space to present meaning — read it as you will, but it is difficult not to allow the two columns to interact with each other. In writing it, I considered the interaction between the paragraphs on a horizontal relation, not just a vertical one. This one needs some help with the formatting, but this will do for now.
Another piece from the Postmodernism course I took in college — this is a play-poem. The idea was to use a format that is reminiscent of how a play is structure; two characters, having a sort of dialogue, but still relying on the conventions of Postmodernism that we had come to know. Whether reading these lines as dialogue alone, or in the order they are written, the form has as much to do with the meaning (or lack of it) as the content.
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Similar to the other piece I have involving a white square and a black square — this one feels a bit more personal, and there is more of myself in these shapes.
Another piece for my Postmodernism class inspired by a pencil portrait by Andy Warhol.
This is a combination of pieces for my Postmodernism course in college — the haiku below was written first, and we later wrote a haibun to accompany it. The haibun is a free-form that expands on the ambiguity of the haiku, and being a fan of prose-poetry, I used prose for both of these haibun.
I cannot remember the term used to describe this sort of writing, but general, we were asked to write about two squares. A black square, and a white square. Two objects made purely out of lines — the specifics were up to us. I won’t remember now how I started to imagine these squares, but looking back on them, they still have meaning to me.
I was thinking of how I wish more people surprised me — and how we can often sense what people are truly like without ever really needing evidence of a thing or sentiment.