Stephanie Strickland

April 14, 2010 at 10:10 am (Digital Lit)

This reading struck a  chord with me this week, because I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what it means for a digital poem to be present somewhere other than the screen. This is important for my final project, and Strickland’s poems confirmed for me that these digital poems can exist outside the cocoon of the electronic. I looked at the online portions of Strickland’s poems first, and for reasons I can’t explain, I was much more interested in the physical text versions that appears in the book. If I was asked to explain it, I would have to say the blame lies partially with me. I’ve had a frusterating week with technology, so I’m not feeling particularly charitable  towards computers right at this moment. Also, I just love books. I don’t mind reading on line, and I often do so for convience’s sake, but as a visual artist I love the weight, the feel and the smell of a book in my hand. I also think that the outdatedness of the interface may have had something to do with my reaction to Strickland’s work online. As we discussed last week in class, the interface is of the “uncool 90s.” Also, if you are trying to do certain kinds of random reading, they are actually easier, or at least somewhat more impactful in the book. For instance, in the Losing L’una set of poems, one of the things that kept me interested and reading was the interplay between the text and the numbers. I read the poems once straight through, and then I tried to go back and read  them in numerical order. It isn’t possible, and there are a certain numbers that repeat several times, but in the process of flipping through the text, trying to line up and keep track of the numbers, I felt the forbidden thrill of breaking the rules, of reading out of order in a way that is simply not possible for me in clicking on a series of computer links in a non-linear way. The computer is set up in such a way we are trained to use it in a non-linear fashion. I expect to be able to take a experience the content in any way and any order I chose, to the extent that I feel restricted if I can’t. I have been trained to read books in a certain way since childhood, and that illicit thrill of skipping pages and reading out of order enhances the experience of reading Strickland’s poems on the page, rather than on the screen.


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