By the time the SNES came out, I had pretty much stopped playing videogames. This is why So Are the Days’s overall conceit is based on games from 30+ years ago: besides Twine games, those games (e.g., StarTropics, Bubble Bobble, Super Contra, Duke Nukem, DOOM, Wolfenstein 3D, Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?) are… Continue reading Cement is the flour, concrete is the bread: making So Are the Days
I just finished So Are the Days, tiny stories about sand and stories that behave like sand. It is a back garden entry in the 2020 Spring Thing Festival of Interactive Fiction. I hope you like it! Take care.
The “space” inhabited by a poem has been conceptualized in terms of music or sound (e.g., Tracie Morris, John Cage), in terms of painting (e.g., Gertrude Stein, John Yau, John Ashbery), in terms of ritual (e.g., Bhanu Kapil, CAConrad). But what about in terms of, well, space? I was at the No Fair/Fair at AWP… Continue reading A made place: Interactive fiction and “location-based poetry”