Ian Hatcher

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roll up roll up for the mystery tour

We pursue our own dreams. We follow. ... our own words shining back from the screen
Like some kind of latter-day poet. Such is our ambition? But we are undone by collaboration. Ha! Not so?

White horses race to the ha ha, schoolboy in water
What shall we do with lazy afternoon in the rain even early in the morning
Why offensive rusty razor- like delicacies after white elephants

The magical mystery tour is about to leave
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Opening Sources is an online poem continuously written by anonymous co-authors. Visitors are invited to click words/phrases and type replacements.

On occasion this poem has been read live as a performance. In such events, the text is projected on a large screen and an audience edits via phones and laptops while the reading is underway. A loop of feedback forms: performer becomes proxy as the audience articulates its experience of itself to itself in a (mediated) collective voice.

Past readings:

A four-hour online version with dozens of participants also took place 12.3.09 as part of Streamflow Conditions, curated by Judd Morrissey for Subito Press.

—ihatch / clearblock.net