Superman

As a farewell to the D.T class, I will write about how I personally feel how I did on my multimedia project. I didn't do the design specification, because I think that it shouldn't be needed in a project about making a movie about a poem. The problems are obvious, and there are obvious ways to solve them. Say the song for the movie is not in the correct format to play during the movie, then all one has to do is change the format. It's that simple. Overall, my movie was a tad bit above mediocre, the text was visible and the music was appropriate. The poem itself made no sense whatsoever. Alas, that's the beauty of poetry, and literary art, or any type of art for that matter; the art doesn't have to make sense. That's what post-modernism is about. I didn't do the design cycle as well. But if I did, I'm sure I didn't miss out on anything because I completed the project on time, and followed the rubric as suggested. The social impact of this project is miniscule. Unless someone paid special attention to my movie and poem, then maybe just maybe the movie made them contemplate about how they should write a letter to someone.

P.S,
I can ride my bike with no handlebars.

Good and Bad Multimedia Poems

What makes a good multimedia poem is the sound quality, and whether the poem corresponds to the music and pictures shown.

And what makes a bad multimedia poem is the opposite of what makes a one.

Multi Media Poetry

Multi-Media Poetry is a mixture of text, visuals and music being played, while a voice is reading the text shown on the screen.

Some of the first videopoems were made by Anne Waldman, Bob Holman, and Allen Ginsberg, as part of a project.

To Mr. Fields

Dear Mr. Fields,
I absolutely admire the way you carry yourself
So high and mighty
Your wife is so dashing that a donkey could compare to her beauty.
And you
All the while, your personality is about as sweet as a fart

From the day we met
I knew we were meant to be
The worst of friends
The Way we clicked,
The way we got ticked
You have finally fulfilled my life

It's not so much the fact that you talk too much
No, its not even the way your voice remidns me of brokeen glass on a chalk board
I guess what I'm trying to say is that
It's not that you're fat

By the way
I went out last night
Your wife was there
She put up quite a fight.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEnlrE4iMBU