Open Web vs Social Media
A poem on your own site can sit quietly for years and still feel alive. The same poem posted to a social platform is usually swallowed in hours, buried under trends,...
A poem on your own site can sit quietly for years and still feel alive. The same poem posted to a social platform is usually swallowed in hours, buried under trends,...
The feed wants your work flattened into a habit. It wants your language shortened, your images standardised, your thinking made instantly legible and instantly replaceable. Creative resistance online begins at the...
Some poems arrive like permission. Others arrive like a locked door, a border, a refusal signed in your own hand. Poems about personal sovereignty belong to the second kind. They do...
A woman raises her voice and the room starts editing her before she has finished the sentence. Too loud. Too bitter. Too much. Poetry about female rage begins exactly there –...
A phrase like art over algorithm meaning does not arrive from nowhere. It comes from fatigue. From watching original work flattened into content, from seeing artists coached to crop, caption, optimise,...
The feed forgets you on purpose. It rewards speed over depth, repetition over risk, and performance over presence. That is exactly why the indie web for artists matters now. Not as...
A printed page asks for obedience. Start here, proceed neatly, finish there. Hypertext refuses that arrangement. If you are asking what is hypertext writing, you are really asking what happens when...