Mostly, when I go on the internet, I don't think and I just go windowshopping at some places. I watch the same youtube videos and go to bed after a quick look at my mailbox.
Sometimes, when I go on the internet, I think "let's enrich myselves" and I go looking at blogs with a different text / image ratio and usually what follows is an overwhelming cascade of jawdropping pearls of intelligence, consumed by the greedy eyes of yours truly, who is found enthusiastically nodding at the screen from time to time.
I am not one of those people naturally attracted to poetry, but on one of those better kind of internet wanderings, this appeared in front of me
eratiopostmodernpoetry.com
Eratio is, as the title page says, an e-journal for poetry. Post-modern poetry. "Il Pleut" by Apollinaire serves as an introductory message. The latest issue of the e-journal is presented by a simple frame mimicking the back of a book, as one would find it in a library. The whole idea is fantastic, the only minus for me is the poems are offered in a pdf format. That is still too much a 'bounded' form, instead of the imaginary boundless stretches an internet page has.
Somehow, poetry and other linguistic forms of expression seem much more suitable and sense-making on the net than visuals, more often than not losing quality due to the fysical limits of the screen, overenthusiastic uses of flash and other misuse.
Another brilliant example of text-on-the-net is
TheThing.net
Made by an early internet artist in the nineties; it screams geocities, makes use of blinking text and it's just great in general, even if the story has no point at all; it's the idea that counts.
That's it for now, I must sleep. The next one will be probably about that guy who had a camera implanted into his eyesocket.
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