All posts by Ava Camargo

High Muck a Muck


Going into High Muck a Muck, I wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing. Though, once I started navigating the website, I sort of understood just from a few clicks in. My first click, along the pathway of the posterior view of the human body, was at topmost blue dot, or the neck. This brought me to a video of an older man which slowly zoomed in until his eye takes up most of the screen. Then, his eye transforms into a baby’s eye, which then zooms out. What I understand from this is that when you are older, the world seems to have come at you already, and you have a chance to reflect on what you have done while you await the end. When the video transforms to the baby’s eye and zooms out, I understood this to be the world is awaiting this new person, and there is so much at their feet already for them to explore. From here, I recognized transformation as a theme as I continued to navigate the website.

Staying with the topic of videos, I found the video containing the strips of “Made in ____” to be very intriguing and also emotional. Strips of tags with “Made in China”, “Made in Japan”, “Made in Indonesia”, and several others make their way across the screen in many ways. First, only a few strips trek from the left side to the right side. Then, these strips make shapes such as stars and circles, leading up to the wave of strips encompassing the whole page. At this point, two ships make their way against the grain of the strips, with one ship floating on top of the strips, and one making its way through the middle. Then, the strips fade into the background. The video ends with an image of people seemingly in an airport, with the window view being the earth. I thought this was a very intentional way of describing immigration, specifically from Asian countries. We constantly see these labels on products we use everyday, yet we never consider the process the product goes through to eventually find its way into our hands. The same idea applies to immigrants: they are constantly moving through a process and its ramifications that a native citizen does not grapple with. There are obstacles that overpower immigrants, and push them back, as the boats may represent. Even when the immigrant arrives in the new place, they still may feel they are othered, and from an otherwise otherworldly place that has soon become unfathomable, as possibly represented by the aerial view of Earth.

Another aspect of the literature I really enjoyed was “Canada”. Moving from the Pacific Rim section into this one, it allows the reader to consider the themes of Pacific Rim, leaving a place of comfortability, in a more urgent manner, as Canada brings in the idea of family. At the far-most right point, the text appears, “Like a family / Are these trees / Abundant, / dense.” By bringing family into the equation, the interactor (I didn’t want to say reader because I didn’t feel like a reader in this moment) can understand the movement across the screen, of the close proximity of the strips, to be members of a family: parts of a whole meant to stay planted together like a hoard of trees.

“Richmond” really brought these aspects together for me. Between the mentioning of immigrating to another country for the sake of family and future generations truly hits home for me as a First Generation American. The imagery of the people, whether it be a man with his children, two people holding tools, or even a plane in the sky, it shows the massively different purposes of people who choose to leave their home country for a perceived better life. As remarked in “Victoria” by the man in the lower left corner smoking, many immigrants must “fake it”, as we commonly know to “fake it till you make it”, to be somewhat successful in a land in which they know nothing of, and continuously have to learn about for the rest of their time there.

I’m Starting to Get That Feeling…


Writing and posting this on Saturday preceding Wednesday’s class. There were some great things about this week and some not so great things. To start, I landed a tutoring job today! I will be morphing students into SAT and ACT-taking machines. The hours replace what I would have been doing at the dance studio, which I think will make me rediscover a bit of my purpose more. I will still be teaching in some degree, just not dance. Rather, how to answer questions asking you for a synonym for a word, but you have no idea what any of the words mean at all. Yay.

On the not so great side, I had to unfortunately get rid of my beautiful little rose bush. This week I noticed some kind of little bug infestation that was eating away at the plant. I’m no expert, as we know, so I showed my father who told me my best bet was to let the plant go. I’m sad about this because it was doing really well and I really liked having it around. But, I will try again with a new plant. I just didn’t think that plant would be gone so soon.

Moving onto my thesis, I completed my write-up for Remarkably Bright Creatures. I am so torn about whether it is postmodern or not because with this book, it really comes down to the technique in which the story is told and the content of the narrative. The technique is postmodern at its core, but the content is a wholesome, sincere story. So, is it postmodern or New Sincerity? I think it’s similar to that of Good Material, which I studied over the summer, and found that it was sincere with postmodern elements. I believe that whatever literary era we are in now, whatever we end up calling it, will unearth itself in this way: some new overarching developments with postmodern elements on the side. So, I don’t think we are done with postmodernism yet, and we may never be, but the state of things is changing.

I know that it may seem very easy to poke holes through the sheet that is New Sincerity, but two books kind of point this way. I know, two books sounds absolutely ridiculous, and they may even be the only two books that do this today and by chance I have picked them to study. But, I have been wondering if the separation we all feel from each other exacerbated by the current political and economic spheres we find ourselves in may actually be causing some kind of regression (if that is the correct word to use here). My thinking is leaning towards that we have been feeling disengaged from each other for so long that we find solace in connecting with characters from books who want their stories told, and this is why this research matters. Maybe, stories are finding their way to the top again after years of being fed artificial graphics.

I will be thinking more about this because I am totally not sure about any of that at all. In the meantime, I will be starting my next book soon. I have picked This Other Eden by Paul Harding to cover the historical fiction subgenre. In the summertime, I decided to stay away from historical fiction because I did not see usefulness in studying a retelling. Though, looking back at my literature review, none of the pieces of scholarship I read mentioned what postmodern historical fiction looks like and how it could change if we are out of postmodernism. Plus, I realized that I did include an article that studied a fantasy book with a post-postmodern lens, or something or other. So, I felt including fantasy within my scope would not be filling a gap. I love historical fiction so I am excited to see where this takes me.

Pressman, Twelve Blue, and Chance


To begin, I would like to share my thoughts regarding Pressman. To clarify, these thoughts were generated after reading Pressman, but before interacting with Twelve Blue. Thus, this may be subject to change once I have interacted with Twelve Blue for the allowed one hour. What I mainly would like to dissect here is the idea of authorship. Pressman relays the idea that because electronic literature asks the reader to click or hover or insert text, the reader thus shares, to some degree, authorship with the writer. When I first read this, I was not convinced. Yes, in the case of hyperlinking, the reader must click around to be taken to the next part of the narrative, whatever it may be. Yes, the way in which one reader goes about finding their way through said narrative will be different than another reader. Though, I do not think that this is akin to authorship; I think it is more akin to chance.

Relating this idea to dance, as I always seem to do at one point or another, is an interesting thought that I would like to share. Merce Cunningham, a well-known modern dancer and choreographer, was known to implement the chance technique when choreographing. Cunningham would produce a number of short dance phrases, then used dice, coins, and later computer programming, to determine the order in which these phrases would appear. Thus, an entire repertoire would be created. It is, at its core, him and what he created, but by chance, it is the way is it. This is what I feel interacting with electronic literature is like; we do not know exactly what we are going to get, but whatever we do, it is our experience, not necessarily something we have written, because someone else has created the narrative. It is chance that brings us to the exact order we click or hover on something, and thus chance is what crafts what we take from it.


Twelve Blue Reflection

This was my first order:

  1. How she knew
  2. Long time after one
  3. cornflowers
  4. each ever after
  5. seething
  6. each ever after

And then, there was nowhere other than go (or so I thought). So, I started again.

  1. fates
  2. seething
  3. each ever after
  4. Eleanor Crosses
  5. the roar of the sea within her
  6. Salt shores
  7. minor characters
  8. we are all night swimmers
  9. fates
  10. seething
  11. each ever after
  12. crabapple hollow
  13. each ever after

Again…

  1. riven wishes
  2. Blue Christ
  3. a white witness
  4. minor characters
  5. we are all night swimmers
  6. fates
  7. seething
  8. Death’s blue waltzer
  9. waves
  10. the cities of the air
  11. white moths
  12. a taste of stone
  13. balancing
  14. a surprise
  15. a spectacle

Then I became stuck in a loop, so I reset by way of the small picture on the left side of the screen.

  1. butterfly
  2. Fierce eyes and a mother’s fears
  3. Run off

Here, my hour was up. Everything that I came upon, and what each of my classmates discovered, was by chance. Getting stuck in a loop of Delores Peters, constantly finding my way back somehow to “each ever after”, was chance. As far as realizing the whole narrative, I could not find it. Though, I had a good grasp of the drowning, which was very intriguing, as well as Delores Peters and the ride. Towards the end of my browsing, I kept hoping that I would continue to run into each ever after again, because I felt quite connected to that one. It was chance that was bringing me back to it, and I read it in full each time I came across it. Despite the disappearing links, I still kept finding my way to it, even if I should have just reset. This was chance, too. Everything can be read.

Introductory Post


Hello, everyone!

I understand that despite knowing many of the faces in this class, I do not know all. Therefore, I will write out the quick spiel for those of the latter. First and foremost, and how many people know me in the program to be, I am a poet. Not so much in the eat, drink, breathe sense, but something akin to that. Though, I love learning and I am always aspiring to transform my writing and thinking beyond who I am as a poet and what I tend to explore when writing such pieces.

Thus, I am very excited to be in this class. I know nothing about Electronic Literature, and that acceptance is what excites me. As a lifelong learner who constantly has to remind myself that I cannot, and will not, know everything, getting the chance to discover something I have no experience with is intriguing in this phase of my career at Kean. As Dr. Zamora has advised me this week, knowing everything is synonymous to that of a close, an end, or even a death. So, this class is livening me.

At this point, I am not sure of what I am expecting outside of the thought that the literature I will be engaging with will be different and unlike anything I have yet to see. I suppose the only aspect I am expecting is that I will be engaging with words in some way. These words, whether we are able to read them in the “normal” sense (as in left to right, paragraph or stanza) or not, declare the idea that we are able to put forth a narrative of some kind to connect with another person. That is what literary means, I believe. I also know that I will be on my computer a lot. That is, of course, a given.

As far as my relationship to storytelling and technology, I think it is more robust than I first initially thought. Looking at my poetry, I tend to create poems that take up space, whether it be lengthy indentations or even words taking the shape of an object. Yes, I could draw this out on paper, but these kinds of poems, for me, always occur on the computer… even if I have all of the words down on paper, they are most likely written in stanza format. The computer is the destination in which the magic occurs. It is also the place in which most people engage with my poetry. This makes me ponder the idea of electronic literature that is not necessarily made for the computer, but usually viewed on the computer. Does this make it, at its core, ELIT? I guess that is to soon be discussed and discovered.

I am looking forward to this semester and excited for what I will soon learn about and create. Looking through the volumes, I have interacted with many fascinating projects, one of which I am hoping to present on this semester and share with my classmates. It is a great opportunity to try my hand at something brand new.