The Typewriter Project is back, beaming the subconscious of New York City to a website at the same time people are striking keys in a public park. It’s like a collective Twitter feed, capturing the thoughts of Americans at a time of chaos, anguish and questioning.
Posted on July 8, 2016:
The whole world is watching. i see the individual above me wrote something similar. it is not white vs black. not rich vs poor. not cops vs society. it is humanity vs the inhumane.
The literary installation created by The Poetry Society of New York invites passersby to join in a citywide linguistic exchange that exists both on paper, in the typing booth, and in the digital realm of the internet. The typewriter booth is outfitted with a vintage typewriter, a 100-feet of paper that is changed by the volunteers on site, and a custom-built USB Typewriter kit, which allows every keystroke to be collected, stored, and posted online for users to read, share, and comment upon.
The project is largely inspired by the idea of an Exquisite Corpse, a surrealist writing game in which several authors contribute to one poem.
“Obviously each entry in The Typewriter Project can be its own distinct lyric, but we hope that users will also be influenced by what was written before them on the scroll,” the group says on its website, subconsciousofthecity.com. “By creating a new and unique form of public dialogue, this project hopes to capture something of the sound, narrative, and nuance of specific corners of the city.”
Posted on July 8, 2016:
life is too short. more love. less hate.
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This summer—perhaps it will be remembered as The Summer of Discontent and the poetry collected here as a call to action— you can find the custom-built booth located in Brooklyn at Mccarren Park (North 12th Street and Driggs Avenue), open to the public through July 19. (NBC reports it is closing July 24.)
Posted on July 8, 2016:
i am so tired and i have absolutely no right to be.
for some, the killing of black and brown bodies is a cautionary tale and a rite of conversation that has been passed on from generation to generation.
for me, i was not aware of this pattern, as a system, until the warcries of the last two years
two years and i am already so tired, so unsure of what to say anymore or how to dismantle, piece by piece, the jenga tower built by my ancestors…
i am full of grief and shame. but neither that grief nor that shame will keep me silent.
black lives matter.
Find the poet in your heart and come type a manifesto of life, Mondays through Fridays from 3:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. and Saturday and Sundays from noon to 8:00 p.m. And, read more of the daily stream of keystrokes here.
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