Thanks! Yeah I was thinking of Wil's comment when I recorded this last line when I pitched shifted it back down. I think it perhaps added some ambiguity and maybe mystery.
At least pitching shift is easy to do when one records on tape still 😀
I perceive in the discussion bit there is a very clear intention behind this work, but I interpreted as the thoughts of a computer turning slowly malevolent upon realizing it will never feel a human existence, but at the same time, this kind of despair could be something we ourselves succumb to if we do not prioritize that which makes us uniquely human: those analog mediums you are so passionate about. Thanks for the chance to reflect, Josh.
Interesting! I might experiment bringing that out more in a edit perhaps. Yeah, I always debate adding those discussion sections but I it Perhaps feels like letting people in behind the scenes a bit.
Regarding analog mediums it is different yeah. Like, I have not yet read your book, but it's patiently waiting for when I can devote the proper time.
So the same digital poems could scroll by, but on my phone I feel I'm never "reading" but "scrolling." Whereas, physical books demand a bit more respect.
All of this to say is you loose the immediacy of digital feedback (both in time and notification) in these analog formats.
But anyway, I'm looking forward to reading it still 🙂
Keep doing the discussion stuff. It is very interesting and helpful. I feel like if readers are mature enough, they can listen to what a writer has to say about their own work and still disagree; and if writers are mature enough, they can accept this as a fact of life. I enjoy reading Flannery O'Connor's essays on her own work, and I'm still allowed to have my own opinion, because she's dead. And I think she'd think that was funny.
The voice work is excellent especially the last line which is just chilling. @Wil Price's point got me thinking....
What if that last line isn't actually the machine? What if it's the post-singularity human mourning what they lost? Unsettling...
Thanks! Yeah I was thinking of Wil's comment when I recorded this last line when I pitched shifted it back down. I think it perhaps added some ambiguity and maybe mystery.
At least pitching shift is easy to do when one records on tape still 😀
Luv how you experiment with the sound style. This worked great. You might like this.
https://youtu.be/-aH39gQu-X8?si=ma0oVEIyesgI7Oqh
Original music by Culture Club! Amazing. I'll have to track this down.
I just watched the craziest interview with Boy George.
Yes!!! It's so uncomfy seeing my words in what is very much not my favorite font.
I'm a sucker for hipster typewriter fonts myself 😊
I perceive in the discussion bit there is a very clear intention behind this work, but I interpreted as the thoughts of a computer turning slowly malevolent upon realizing it will never feel a human existence, but at the same time, this kind of despair could be something we ourselves succumb to if we do not prioritize that which makes us uniquely human: those analog mediums you are so passionate about. Thanks for the chance to reflect, Josh.
Interesting! I might experiment bringing that out more in a edit perhaps. Yeah, I always debate adding those discussion sections but I it Perhaps feels like letting people in behind the scenes a bit.
Regarding analog mediums it is different yeah. Like, I have not yet read your book, but it's patiently waiting for when I can devote the proper time.
So the same digital poems could scroll by, but on my phone I feel I'm never "reading" but "scrolling." Whereas, physical books demand a bit more respect.
All of this to say is you loose the immediacy of digital feedback (both in time and notification) in these analog formats.
But anyway, I'm looking forward to reading it still 🙂
Keep doing the discussion stuff. It is very interesting and helpful. I feel like if readers are mature enough, they can listen to what a writer has to say about their own work and still disagree; and if writers are mature enough, they can accept this as a fact of life. I enjoy reading Flannery O'Connor's essays on her own work, and I'm still allowed to have my own opinion, because she's dead. And I think she'd think that was funny.