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December, 2nd, 2004
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Art Essays:

Immersive Poetry

by Chris Sunami



An immersive poem is focused around a strong emotion, but the emotion is never referred to directly within the body of the poem. Instead, it is invested in the minute physical details that make up the scene.

Immersive poetry was foreshadowed in the work of poets like ee cummings, Amy Lowell and Robert Hayden

In general an immersive poet pays close attention to craft, including word choice, rhymes and meter. However, immersive poetry rarely uses a standard form, either creating one that matches the poem’s atmosphere, or using rhyme and meter not according to a set pattern, but to illuminate the underlying emotional content.

Immersive poetry is an example of the emergent design principle of overlapping realms of meaning, as well as a demonstration of the emergence of (noncorporeal) emotions from the material world.

  1. People: Ellie Hastings

    Ellie is an immersive poet, student (math), and writer; a kitten and Scrabble affectionada; and a fan [boo! -ed.] of libertarian capitalism and the free market.


    (we found the hill.......beneath slick sheets..........)

  2. Poetry: Waking Life

    This is my very favorite of my own poems.
    It was written loosely in response to the movie of the same title

    Dreams that can and dreams that cannot be
    mix like myths and mist among the reeds
    I'd like a glass of something if you please

    They hang like hanged men hung from hallowed trees

    Watched by dodgy dogs of dogmatic breeds
    I'd like a glass of something before I leave

    The seeds of doubt are sung, sowed, torn, told
    The seasons of our lives are young, young, young, old
    I'd like a glass of something, it doesn't matter if it's cold

    If it's strong, and if it's wet
    and lingers on the tongue I bet
    that I'll have all that I can get

    and postpone waking life




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