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~ J. R. CARPENTER

  • ~ bio ~ J. R. Carpenter is an award-winning artist, writer, teacher, and practice-led researcher working across performance, print, and digital media.
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  • An Ocean of Static in this debut poetry collection cartographic and maritime vernaculars inflected with the syntax and grammar of ships logs and code languages splinter and pulse across the page. Published by Penned in the Margins, 2018
  • GENERATION[S] a collection of code narratives published by TRAUMAWIEN, Vienna, 2010
  • The Gathering Cloud “…a poetic media meteorology: it shows the multiplicity of ways of writing about the sky, the digital cloud, and the climate changes that we are living through…” 2017
  • This is a Picture of Wind Part poetic almanac, part private weather diary, This is a Picture of Wind attempts to call attention to climate change by picturing through variations in language the disturbances and sudden absences left in the wake of wind. Longbarrow Press, June 2020
  • Words the Dog Knows a novel, winner of the Expozine Alternative Press Award for Best English Book, 2008

CRITICAL WRITING

  • A Topographical Approach to Re-Reading Books about Islands in Digital Literary Spaces an open-access article published in MATLIT 4.1, 2016
  • Grappling With the Actual: Writing on the Periphery of the Real This essay considers literary realism in relation to two of recent works of digital literature: This is a Picture of Wind: A Weather Poem for Phones, and The Pleasure of the Coast: A Hydro-graphic Novel. EBR 2020
  • In the Event of a Variable Text an open access article published in Convergence 23.1, 2017
  • Performing Digital Texts in European Contexts commentary column published on Jacket2, 2010-2011
  • Writing Coastlines PhD thesis, submitted 2015
  • Writing on the Cusp of Becoming Something Else Chapter in Whose Book is it Anyway? EDITEDBY JANIS JEFFERIESAND SARAH KEMBER

WEB-BASED WORKS

  • Etheric Ocean commissioned by Electronic Voice Phenomena, an experimental literature and new media project exploring contemporary approaches to sound, voice, technology and writing, 2014.
  • Notes Very Necessary co-authored by Barbara Bridger, published by The New River, 2015
  • Once Upon a Tide published on The Junket, 2015
  • STRUTS commissioned by Brian Stefans for Third Hand Plays, Open Space, San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, 2011.
  • The Gathering Cloud commissioned by NEoN Digital Arts Festival, winner of the New Media Writing Prize 2016
  • This is a Picture of Wind a weather poem for phones, 2018

recent posts…………………

  • This is a Picture of Wind
  • A General History of the Air
  • it’s not true, it’s a zine
  • The Pleasure of The Coast: A Hydro-graphic Novel
  • A New Year of Wind
  • Upcoming Events in Montreal
  • a ria – a poem for National Poetry Day
  • An Ocean of Static Highly Commended by the Forward Prizes 2018
  • This is A Picture of Wind wins People’s Choice Award in Opening Up Digital Fiction Competition
  • An Ocean of Static
  • Upcoming Talks – February 2018
  • This is a Picture of Wind
  • Artist’s Talk at Plymouth University 17 October 2017
  • The Gathering Cloud book is out now from Uniformbooks
  • The Gathering Cloud shortlisted for the Saboteur Awards 2017

errata………………………..

anthology award Banff books CityFish collaboration conference Conundrum Devon electronic literature England Entre Ville essay exhibition fiction generator How I Loved the Broken Things of Rome in absentia journal launch literature mapping MIT Montreal narrative new media Nick Montfort performance Performance Writing poetry publication reading residency short story The Cape Toronto travel Vancouver weather web art Words the Dog Knows workshop Writing Coastlines Yaddo zines

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New Snow

Big new flakes fall all over themselves.
Flowerboxes grow white moustaches.
Clotheslines sag, fat as sausages.
Tonight, the forecast turns mean.
. . . . .

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J. R. Carpenter
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