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Brenda Laurel
Computers as Theatre – Second Edition

Side Bar page 83

At first, we thought simply to build a game […] But as we began conceptualizing the game, we realized that we were actually building a world; material in that particular game arose from construction about the environment and characters that was larger than the content of the game itself.

Laurel’s report suggests to me that world and narratives and games arise from acts of narration which are ways of constructing.

Narrativity -- Narration -- World, Game or Narrative
Narrativity = Potential
Narration = Production
World, Game, Narrative = Product

Decoupling narration from narrative (discourse still gives rise to story but it also can result in world or game) … narrativity is the potential for formulating sequences from semiotic material (it need not be verbal); narration is the production of sequences and their recombination; narrative, world and game are products of acts of narration (thought through an expansive notion of manipulating sequences). This conceptualizing of the relations build upon earlier efforts.

And so for day 2835

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A found poem from the stuck-together words




Sarah Dowling
“Everyone Sleep”

And so for day 3172

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“Well, it was my fault,” explained Wilfred again. “I was looking for gold and I got stuck. Mr Apple had to rescue me and then we got lost. And Mr Apple’s leg hurt so much, we had to come back on the raft.”

“Did you find any gold?” interrupted Primrose.

“No, only this silly old dust,” said Wilfred, pulling the boat out of his pocket. Flax and Lily gasped.

“Wilfred! That’s not dust. That’s Grandpa Blackthorn’s lichen. It’s very rare. You are clever! Wherever did you find it?”

Jill Barklem
“The High Hills”
The Complete Brambly Hedge

And so for day 3171

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Three Words As Found Poem

[a motif, a bead]

[here lifted as a short found poem:]

       stone swan sycamore

Roxanna Bennett

And so for day 3170

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Kiwi Conceit

John Barton
“Shopping at Capers”

eggs blown sky-high past
the azure and broken open

distillate halves
of the heart laid bare, yes

and yes, tart cabochons
of peridot icing my tongue.

Because before me is a Canadian gay poet, I keep thinking that the egg and the jewel metaphors, these baroque descriptions, are reminiscent of euphemisms for male anatomy.

And so for day 3169

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Q + A

From the middle to the end of the poem:

What is to be?
It is to bear a name.
What is to die?
It is to be name only.
What is to ask?
It is to find an answer.
What is to answer?
Is it to find a question?

Laura Riding
“As Many Questions as Answers”

And so for day 3168

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The Abode of Two Bodies

Jean-François Lyotard
The Postmodern Explained

Oriented to the world within and without:

[Claude] Lefort [in an article about the novel 1984*] uses the name of the body to designate the two entities Merleau-Ponty tried to consider together in The Visible and the Invisible: the knot that ties the sentient to the sensible, the chiasm of sensibility, the phenomenological body; and the hidden, singular organization of space-time, the phantasm, the psychoanalytic body. The body that is joined to the world, of which it is a part, which it composes and which composes it; and the body that removes itself from the world into the darkness ow what it has lost, there to come alive.

*Lefort, Claude. “The Interposed Body.” Writing, the Political Test. Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 2000.

And so for day 3167

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Phoebe Wang
Waking Occupations

the chartreuse smear of lichen

And so for day 3166

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Blade in the Sky

Douglas Chambers
Trinity Review
January 1982

The rain falls in screes, a crow
Sickles the hills; the goats move
Toward the hedgerow.

Meteorological movements of beasts.

And so for day 3165

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Sewing by Scent & Sleep

Patrick Phillips
“Work-Clothes Quilt”
Elegy for a Broken Machine

no matter how brown
with his sweat, or stiff with his blisters,
or blooming his roses
of pine sap, and gear grease, and blood—


she stands by the bed
and breathes his last scent,

then wraps herself
in it and sleeps.

And so for day 3164

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Maurice Merleau-Ponty
The World of Perception

From the introduction by Thomas Baldwin

[…] perception is the capacity whereby there is a world it cannot be just another fact within the world. […] our perceived world is structured by a plurality of overlapping perspectives within which different aspects are somehow seen together, as aspects of just one world.

And so for day 3163

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