The prof wants to know how changing genres (tweets, microfiction, haiku, formal poem) impacted my "writing and meaning making."
I'll be honest: as a writer, none of these genres fell within my "happy zone." I'm not a poetry person, I don't think in terms of short stories, and tweeting my thoughts/status/whatever feels downright unnatural. Every one of these pieces has, in some way, been dedicated to obstructing meaning. I don't make a habit of baring my soul online, or in general; so no matter the veracity of the tweets, they rarely slip below surface level.
On the bright side, at least I know I'll be working with some sort of fiction for the idiot Twitterive.
Changing tweets to microfiction, I was just trying to make something vaguely entertaining, so I found the weirdest line I could and put it in a bizarre context. No real deep meaning intended.
The Anzaldúa-inspired microfiction was probably the closest I got to "feelings" with a slightly auto-biographical twinge of meaning; but this idea was also a small part of a multi-genre paper I did for Writer's Mind, so it's not like anything was a secret.
With the Anzaldúa exception, I don't think I really started anything with a plan. Yes, I was changing meaning, but there wasn't a clear "meaning" to start with, so that's no surprise. Planning-wise, especially on the poems, I picked lines as I came across them and figured out what they said as I put them together. One-step process. Yes, there were moments I wished I'd had other words to work with, but you work with what you have and don't dwell on it.
Wow, this really makes it sound like I just slapped everything together without any thought whatsoever. Ouch.
I honestly don't know if I'm trying to create or distort meaning with any of these pieces. Maybe a little of both. Oh well, hopefully I'll have a better idea of what I'm doing with the idiot Twitterive. :)
I'll be honest: as a writer, none of these genres fell within my "happy zone." I'm not a poetry person, I don't think in terms of short stories, and tweeting my thoughts/status/whatever feels downright unnatural. Every one of these pieces has, in some way, been dedicated to obstructing meaning. I don't make a habit of baring my soul online, or in general; so no matter the veracity of the tweets, they rarely slip below surface level.
On the bright side, at least I know I'll be working with some sort of fiction for the idiot Twitterive.
Changing tweets to microfiction, I was just trying to make something vaguely entertaining, so I found the weirdest line I could and put it in a bizarre context. No real deep meaning intended.
The Anzaldúa-inspired microfiction was probably the closest I got to "feelings" with a slightly auto-biographical twinge of meaning; but this idea was also a small part of a multi-genre paper I did for Writer's Mind, so it's not like anything was a secret.
With the Anzaldúa exception, I don't think I really started anything with a plan. Yes, I was changing meaning, but there wasn't a clear "meaning" to start with, so that's no surprise. Planning-wise, especially on the poems, I picked lines as I came across them and figured out what they said as I put them together. One-step process. Yes, there were moments I wished I'd had other words to work with, but you work with what you have and don't dwell on it.
Wow, this really makes it sound like I just slapped everything together without any thought whatsoever. Ouch.
I honestly don't know if I'm trying to create or distort meaning with any of these pieces. Maybe a little of both. Oh well, hopefully I'll have a better idea of what I'm doing with the idiot Twitterive. :)
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