Monday, August 4, 2008

Poetry Palisades--Week 3, (er, still on 3) Visitor Experience

[I've decided that if I continue waiting until I can fill this out more completely, the whole game will be over!!!]

Visitor experience: Continuing on the "feel like a writer" experience, this feature will take that a step further and replicate particular moods and themes from famous poetry. This will be in a climate-controlled dome, where the dark and dreary days and blue skies can be adequately reproduced. Visitors, or "metaphoric wanderers" as they will be known here, will wander through a selection of experiences.

First, wanderers alight upon a vessel into a raging sea. They are tossed through a seemingly endless torrent of adventure, including wild storms, facing a cyclops which picks up the ship (achieved through hydraulics), going through a treacharous rocky pass, facing a crazy whirlpool, and other dangerous adventures. Select ships will crash, at which point their journey ends and they must begin the experience from the beginning.

At Penelope Port, the wanders continue in their creative journey to a great medieval Scandanavian hall, where they have the sensation of being chased by a grisly monster Grendel. The wanderers have the impression that they are fighting the beast. An actor rushes in and tears the arm from the beast, only to be confronted by his annoying mother. When he manages to kill that hag, he must continue and battle an animatronic dragon.

At this point, two roads diverge into a wood. The one most traveled leads wanderers down a safe path of verse found in canonical texts (white men). The road less traveled features poetry of the disenfranchised (women, the colonized, minorities).

Another area of the experience leads wanderers across a heath, with "mists and mellow fruitfulness," where wanderers "like a gleaner thou dost keep/Steady thy laden head across a brook;/Or by a cyder-press, with patient look/Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours." This can take quite a while.

In "The other island: the Irish Experience," wanderers brood on the challenges they face whilst cutting sod under a heavy clouded sky.

Or, stop by 45 Mercy Street where you can confess anything that is on your mind about your past--but only if in poetic voice.

Other experiences under development...




  1. This is great. I really like this -- you've worked in the poetry so well!

  2. That is the BEST use of the "road less traveled."

  3. Thanks--better late than never, right?


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