M a x w e l l N e e l y - C o h e n
A Letter from
welcome to the second issue of the html review
K a t y I l o n k a G e r o
The text in this piece was written in collaboration with a language model trained on my own private writing. In this way, the words are all my own but I had to confront the recombination of my thoughts in ways I could not control.
C h i a A m i s o l a
I v a n Z h a o
Maybe your consciousness touched mine
A l i c i a G u o
what does it mean to find a poem?
A C G i l l e t t e
Call & Response
a seed, emerging
A l e x a n d e r M i l l e r
If you want to know how something is made, you should look for the grids.
B e t s y K e n y o n
A poetic performance, exploring “virus” both in its digital form and environmental implication.
The thermal footage, recording elemental forces, was created while traveling to the extreme edges of the contiguous United States.
This piece was made in collaboration with creative web designer Belle Krupcheck.
L o g a n W i l l i a m s
Observatory pulls recent feelings from the internet into an unpredictable exquisite corpse. The words are (mostly) written by people, not generated by machines.
N a t h a n M i f s u d
Each sunrise suffuses agony and ecstasy alike. Bodies glow, oceans sparkle. The sun speaks the same fiery tongue as ever. By contrast, language is many-tongued, ever-constructed, in constant advance and retreat. Each sentence is a swell of voices, a tide of generations.
poem tool experience toy
K a t h e r i n e Y a n g
A tool for exploring alternate word choices, worlds, and possibilities.
`·, poetry, illustration, garden
E s t h e r B o u q u e t
a soft garden
It is not about how fast you can read the entire poem or even its readability, it is more about the experience of discovering it bits by bits, drawing it little by little, with patience and care, just like you would trim off bushes in a garden to shape them.
M a t t h e w B a k e r
We were all there that day at the farm, gathered around the table...
L u c y Z h a n g
I wore the glass slipper because my brain shattered every fifteen minutes
R e e s e O x n e r
A love letter to online message boards
A n d y W a l l a c e
Move between passages by typing a word you see on screen and pressing enter.
D a n i e l L i c h t m a n
She has this to say about herself:
I am not an insect,
I am a goddess.
I am a sacred creature of the night.
I am not a pest,
I am a blessing.
I am not a noise-maker,
I am a singer.
I am not a nuisance,
I am a miracle.
S p e n c e r C h a n g
Visit again on different days to see the garden grow