Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Because I'm Purple //Alt-Lit Examined LOL

America is a left brained society. It focuses on routine and structure and analytical/logical thought processes. It involves order and consistency and is most efficient for achieving preset goals. As a result, our education system suffers this disease. We draw at a perpetual sixth grade level because we were no longer encouraged to be expressive once we ‘matured.’ Reading level and math skills take priority because they’re what’s important IRL. That’s kinda stupid. Just like all those stupid kids that write poetry and draw pictures and do theater and make movies. Those kids aren’t smart because they can’t spell hippopottamos (hippopotamus) right or understand derivatives. They get scores in the 20s on the ACT because they can’t fill in the right ovals. Gosh.
I think Alt-Lit is sort of a backlash at left-brained upbringing. Poetry, at its core, doesn’t ‘make sense’ to left-brainers because it isn’t required to have form or structure and may not follow grammatical norms. Like abstract paintings, poetry can be a mystery to its readers. Poetry is flexible and adaptable to the visions of the artist, which is the true nature of art, and since so much of the world has fallen into the realm of the internet, a new breed of poetry arises. It’s loosely called Alt-Lit, with a lot of emphasis being placed on internet interactions. A reputable–if you will–blog about Alt-Lit, Internet Poetry, describes this thing as…
posts “screenshots of poetry being distributed with guerilla tactics on the internet”: poetry as Wikipedia vandalism, tweets, blog comments, etc (read the original doctrine).
Internet Poetry now publishes with a broader idea of what “internet poetry” can be, and is open to the many forms poetry can take online and community it can build.
Among this new genre of poetry, a specific artist has inspired me in a very peculiar fashion to document my life, even at its most mundane. Because I’m Purple is a collection of works that spans random ideas, longings, common daily occurrences, and anything else the creator finds particularly worthy. The inclusion of texts, emails, instant messages, and various other basic but somehow deeper thoughts, are reflected through the art. What captures one’s life in 1st world society more closely than this?
While we munch away at mass-produced synthetic substances we call food, we synthetically interact with our friends and the world via the Internet. Today is a time of disassociation and plastic interaction. Our lives become separated by this invisible digital wall that we can throw our emotions, unguarded, into and cause all sort of repercussions without ever seeing them.
Texting conversations can kill relationships as the blunt unspoken words instantly traded back-and-forth can escalate emotions in false directions of intentions. Love can exist via a phone and this is strangely alienating. Because I’m Purple does a spectacular job of revealing this. By mockingly prodding at the false romanticism created via instant-messaging, a sense of disbanded heartache gets conveyed to the readers of the poem. Image-macros of prairie dogs take on the background for a perverse thought or desire, making that thought both a byproduct and machination of the interaction we have with the Internet. It is almost a strange love-affair where we are mental addicts to an illustrious drug. One piece that is particularly interesting pokes at this strange love-affair by inserting a new medium of transaction.
Like the purple hues taken on by most of these image poems, the melancholy state of these pieces reflect not only a longing for more classic and human connection, but a mocking tone of hopelessness toward society. Rather than become intimate in physicality, they poke at a state of lost romance/aesthetic appeal. Unlike most Alt-Lit, however, Because I’m Purple does a surprisingly good job of making Internet graffiti and uncoordinated image-mash-ups beautiful. They fully embrace the right brain and document our current state as a human race. Trying to understand Alt-Lit and making sense out of its purposeful confusion is against its very nature. It is something that rubs society against the natural grain, sometimes purposefully unappealing. To examine it as ‘art’ is almost ridiculous. As any Alt-Lit fan/creator would say after an attempt of examining Alt-Lit…LOL. Rather than embrace society and try to right its wrongs, Alt-Lit decides to laugh at the burning world.
Alt-Lit is probably the most reputable documentation of modern times.
All images are shared from


  1. "Alt-Lit" is wonderful --specifically for offering alternatives --difficult to "judge" right now --because the "genres" and ways of doing are still being established and discovered --hard to know, hard to discern, what will become relevant in even a next minute --which too isn't "stable" --is "relative" to be "sure" --depends so much on where one is! --even the earth is divided into time zones --"day" isn't "the" same everywhere b earth! --and meanings of lit vary substantially from person to person --problematic when only one way of reading and be way of understanding is expected, and "judged" correct --as if no other ways of reading and understanding matter! --that's why "journeys" are so important! --these stories of ordinary activities that gain importance through repetition! --who doesn't seek forms of love? --and who doesn't give forms of love? --manifestation differ on many scales, on many locations, for many durations --but for a similar stake: loving and be

    1. --continuing: "loving and being loved"! --no secrets to what is desired! --and some forms of love are brutal! --reduced to slimmest factors, I'd have to guess that a similar ambition is nky for forms of "survival" --and how do new forms of kit survive and maintain/retain/establish forms of relevancy? --where do/can/should readers come from? --and who "teaches" "readers" how to read? --I've been "taught" "reading" in many, many ways! --even before birth, I read an environment of womb! --I'd already used my ears before I was born --and I'd already tasted parts of that environment! --and my developing body was developing according to a genome that parts of me were already 'reading" --coalescing into a "single" "forking" body --parts f which may be read --tough together they tell a story of this "human" --a story that won't be finished --as. Y body will continue to degrade, and c tine to be parts of stories of existences --and parts of me will continue to inhabit parts of other things! --etcetera, and etcetera.,,.

    2. I entirely agree that Alt-Lit cannot be judged right now--as that is the very nature of it. I LOL satirically at the effort to analyze it as typical point-blank poetry. This new form is a dynamic mish-mashing across mediums to document not only how we interact with the medium, but how it can change the very basic/essential human drives such as love & desire. It essentially could challenge fork theory to the point that forks may change to synthesizing x-rays or something that relocates food into our mouths without the conscious effort of raising a utensil. In this regard, forks would be an expired medium/dated or ancient tool that has been progressed into another form. In this sense, it has fallen through the tines and now takes on a new form itself. Fork theory could change in nature and become a new theory -- i.e. 'xray' theory -- but yet maintain the same principal present in fork theory, that is, the nature of change and adaptation adopted and cherished by Alt-Lit.