Another piece for my Postmodernism class inspired by a pencil portrait by Andy Warhol.
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 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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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.
A short piece I wrote for a college class centered around the development of character. Even if the character in this story is a bit shallow and undeveloped, I liked the tone that this piece ended up having, and I might revisit it in the future.
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.
A two-piece short I wrote (and never finished) for a college class centered around developing character. This is a character that seems to pop in and out of my writing. I'm sure I haven't seen the last of her.
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).
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.
A piece from my Postmodernism class — we were to write about love using a specific arsenal of words which, at one point, we had not known the meaning of. We were asked to write a poem about love, using one of these terms per line.