What Would I Say: Social Media Poetics
I have a feeling I’m already behind the trend (with the high pace of digital culture, that’s often the case), but for the past week or so I’ve been mulling over the newly emerged social app called What Would I Say. In short, the online application accesses a user’s past activity on Facebook and generates a status based on computations. In reality, it takes the user’s words, phrases, and sentences and remixes them into a new creation. I saw others using it, resisted it, then decided to check it out.
Like others, I was fascinated–mostly at seeing my own words (some I had forgotten ever writing) remixed in ways I never imagined seeing or hearing them. Some results were ridiculous, some were hilarious, some were sad, some gave me pause, and some struck me as brilliant. This brilliance wasn’t for my own words, though, but in the poetic quality that I saw in the compositions. More and more, I considered these little moments of literary invention, even reading in them a certain sense of poetics.
As I reflected, continued clicking for new results, I came to ask more and more questions, mainly revolving around two ideas: Can a computer create literature, poetry? What imbues poetry with what literary scholars consider poetics?
This thinking about composition certainly moves us toward postmodern considerations, eschewing any kind of intention or the now familiar fallacies about authors that challenged previous generations of readers. Instead, computational composition (note the etymological relationship based on combination: cum + putare, “to reckon together,” and cum + poser, “to place together”) moves us closer to reader responses. Even more, whether we read computer-generated compositions as “poetry” or not, they prompt us to consider how our own voices undergo new media adaptations. I’m reminded of Kirby Ferguson’s claim–with which I’m inclined to agree–claim that “Everything Is a Remix.” The results of the What Would I Say app are mashups not by the direct actions of human revisers but by algorithms now undertaken by digital technologies, even if programmed by human logic at the root of the code.
Seeing my own words remixed made me wonder: How much agency should I assign to myself and how much to the computer? Or, for that matter, how much agency or authorial status should we assign to the programmers who wrote the code? The results of using What Would I Say are, in this respect, wonderful iterations of N. Katherine Hayles’s claims that we are more and more entangled with the code surrounding us in digital culture (My Mother Was a Computer: Digital Subjects and Literary Texts [Chicago: U of Chicago P, 2005]). These results, then, can help us to acknowledge that we have become full collaborators with our technologies. This is the case with all technologies, of course; our self-reflections (meta-reflections) on digital culture just make us more aware of the fact.
Some favorite results:
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