Sunday, September 22, 2013

Algorithymns' Project Crowd Funding





What is Algorithymns Poetry²?
An attempt to get extraordinary with what I do...
Algorithymns Poetry² is a multi-platform online distribution of poetry & prose, whose main function will be to unite anyone who can access the internet with a personalized poetry experience; upon request.
What is the purpose of the current project?
Creating through collaboration a web based form, linked on the Algorithymns' web site that the user, anyone who can access the internet, can utilize to request a poem specifically tailored to them or a recipient(s) of their choosing.
The form will have a series of check box questions and fill in the blanks that will allow the user to give brief insight into what  might want the poem to be about. Let us know if there are any trigger words they may want or not want to see.
Also they can check what type of poem they'd like it to be in, stanza, prose, verse, lyric, ode as well the feel or emotion of the poem; observational, spiritual, love, loss, depression, mourning, hopeful long suffering and so on.
Does Algorithymns have morals?
Algorithymns Poetry² Will Not support any verbiage, directly or indirectly, that is in any manner bullying, anti-equality or pro-prejudice.
Algorithymns Poetry² carries a continuity of virtue, chivalry and moral fibre on behalf of Mother Nature so that Peace, Equality and Hope may reside in all our futures.
Does Algorithymns any live functions now?
The two already existing functions. First is the digital distribution of poetry on a Blog, Twitter, Spreaker and Soundcloud.
The second is live performances (currently in open mic beta testing). Both are actively sharing poetry craft from the empathetic imagination engine within that might inspire equality, hope, learning, creativity for the purpose of ending prejudice, social stigmas & bullying.
Why crowdfund now?
After years of 'searching' the world for a place to call home, giving each city or town a year or more, I've finally found a place that calls me... My heart, hands and smile... Home. On top of that creatively, after posting poetry on several websites as a beta test for 'appreciation,' is at a level I am comfortable with creating for others.
Then there is the resurgence of the back injury after four years of dormancy, on a sick leave from work I am able to work more on the project, research and development as well as the future of this project and the novelization of The Forever Fantasy (side project).
I believe in  what I create, for I am a black sheep and must believe in myself, for no one else really does believe in my creative works. Not yet any ways. I believe in what I craft, the power the words have to help, inspire, heal, raise awareness, help relive, capture a moment, lend a hopeful hand, that I must pursue the project with all I am and the best that a poet who exists to put others before himself via morals and compassion.
About Me: Juton
Nothing I have is new: second hand heart on my wrist under a thrift shop t-shirt. Not vintage but thrift and charity shop, well except my ancient laptop and phone on a long term contract. I enjoy life this way as I am a weird individual.
Part hipster who enjoys cycling a single speed long distance (Glasgow to Edinburgh, Scotland), a nerd who enjoys a good game of Munchkins or Massive Multi-player Online Role Playing Game, yes I went there... Or used to any ways.
I'm a quirky hopelessly romantic geek whose anime addiction to Miyazaki runs deep. One who reads news on current events to write poems about, whilst also browsing wikipedia to create poetry about maths' prime numbers and equations of the heart.
Maybe I was born gay, maybe my family prayed it out of me. Growing up sheltered as I did, it's impossible to tell, save for the dress, skirt and 'women's attire' that I adore wearing. I tell my mother that I only wear it at halloween, but that's not for my sake. I love her and she needs peace of mind in her life about my identity, for I am but a 13 year old lad still in her eyes. None of my black sheep poetic life exists to her and I accept her this way, as I accept myself. With a dashing bearded smile!
I enjoy writing poems about equality, especially for the LGBT community, those who suffered rape, bullying and victim blaming, as well as mental illness, like the 777 series, observational poems about current events, past traumatic incidents like Chernobyl, Fukushima, Bhopal, The Killing Fields and the list goes on from catastrophe to genocide to global warming to land mines and the phantom pain they cause. Researching to write, always reading, endlessly growing.
All the way down the scale to a particular subject that hits home in my heart, that of land mines and the traumas they have and continue to create and what we are doing to end their reign of invisible terror upon the earth.
Where the Journal to Poetry Began
When I was 24 years old I was struck by the tusks of a forklift at work, sending me falling into pallets behind, bending me backwards. For several months there was no diagnosis (Eventually through three different test it was discovered to be nerve route damage down my right leg and three lower back herniated discs), just a myriad of pain and prescription killers.
I began a journal then and what birthed forth, ever so slowly, were poems. Nothing excellent or exciting, just words from the heart, some about ancient wounds others about wishes and dreams. You see I grew up in a 'small town' hidden away behind closed doors of segregation from anything new or alternative, thus yoga and being vegetarian were taboo and looked down upon.
But I was always different, the only fat kid amongst my family and friends, church age and youth groups as well as in school. Thus I was the target of much bullying, some was even violent; like rocks getting thrown at me on my walk to school from cars as if the words weren't breaking my heart enough already.
Since then I’ve spent at least a year in most every major city in Canada, trying to find that special place a nerd can call home. But all of them, from Nova Scotia to Toronto and St. John’s to Ottawa and Victoria have all been pockets of isolation. For what do I have to offer, I am unqualified to speak, with no degree and masters to follow, nor do I have a mass of followers who comment, like and share that which I create that might be proof of ‘the good that might come from what it is I persevere through isolation to do, crafting poetry on my phone or in the dark at home.’
Now I think outside the box about social stigmas, how empowered children to uphold prejudice, social stigmas and even, in some cases, bullying as normal and approved; after all my father always said 'get used to it now, it'll happen your whole life,' not lifting a finger or an eye brow to show he cared.
So some of my poetry was and is about the outcry for bullying's normalcy and mere existence to be ended through awareness, education, the empowerment of compassion and equality.
Through more trauma did I write and thus my empathetic imagination engine was honed. Today I am able to write from the shoes of others as if I had lived through their hopes, sorrows and dreams.
A few more of said wounds were child and youth sexual abuse, loneliness, depression, heartache, loss and even mental illness. Yes, I a man had eating disorders that I struggled with for fifteen years and nearly died from in 2009. My lowest weight was 130 lbs or 9 stone. But I recovered and today work full time in guest services for a health food store.
But enough about silly lil'ole me.
The idea for the first function of Algorithymns has been on my heart for a long time now, but the time was not right for a myriad of reasons to push forward with the project. Now, with the back injury flaring up again it is time to set my will to help others with the attempted launch of this project; the online form via the Algorithymns' website so anyone can have a poem graft onto their consciousness, specified via their choices specifically for them.
Crowd Sourcing, why?
The profit margin for Algorithymns is zero, zilch, nada. It cannot exist save by donation and support of people like you. The return on investment is null and void, for how can I ask for money from those requesting a poem... Surely that would limit those who can access the form, so that isn't really an option.
Not everyone has a bank account that can access the internet, nor do all of them have paypal or a credit card. So to ask for money during the processing and subsequent creation of a poem for them... Would be tragically limiting.
Anyone, anywhere should be able to access the form and request a poem; to be shared with family, friends and a precious loved one if they should like. That is the dream of Algorithymns Poetry².
Before the project can be tested and launch, however, there needs to be enough funds to allocate the resources and time to write once it goes live. For if requests come in and there isn't enough time to write, as I do have another half who must be given adequate time to appreciate and show depth of care that is love and all the virtues that wrap it up safe and sound, for the gallant and handsome muse is the hope for my future and inspiration of the heart to believe in me... Yes, well, hah! Indeed I have found ‘home.’
So, if requests come in and there isn't enough time to allocate to project then the whole thing falls apart and shall never come to pass. The dream cannot exist without your help.
Who would use Algorithymns Poetry²
Anyone who enjoys the daily digital distribution of the created works! Those being shared on Twitter, Spreaker, Soundcloud, Blogger and the Algorithymns website (In progress).
Anyone! Anyone who can access the internet my find themselves at one point or another in need of or desiring a word specifically for them. To heal, inspire, stretch, envelope or move them in a way they request.
NGO or Not For Profits, may desire a poem, podcast or workshop based on a project they themselves are working on, it may be to raise awareness, educate, inspire, motivate or just be a pleasant part of a charity gala.
Companies who are losing staff due to retirement or moving on to another more challenging or less stressful job site, after a solid tenure corporations both large and small may want to say goodbye with a poem.
People who are persevering but may be near... Someone with cancer may want a word left behind on their behalf for a friend, partner or family member. They can request the poem not be sent to the recipient unless the stipulation be met, which may be their lack of communication to Algorithymns via email for more than seven days.
You get the picture, anyone can use the form and everyone can enjoy the ongoing works of Algorithymns Poetry² Digital Distribution.
If you can't donate: Share!
If you can't give, don't feel you'd like to or won't, but are moved by the project, then please share, follow and enjoy the works of my poetic portfolio that can currently be found on the following pages:
The World's Over journal is a short story blog that is a smidgen, a glance per say, of the great realm that is The Forever Fantasy. A Secondary Project done in spare time. 
It is the Journal of Jane, her husband Charles and the friends they make in a world they awaken into, in earth's distant future. The end of the journal blog will be the first chapter in The World's Over Journal Novel, which is currently over a two hundred pages into its first draft, with the plot line finished, it will be the first in a four part series of novels.
But that is another tale for another time.
As We Conclude:
What the Project(s) Need.
Funds that can be allocated to time on the project, which includes the current functions, social media, collaborative efforts for brainstorming, creative exploration, research and development before, during and after the Algorithymns' project is launched. As I can oft be found boring others with my silence, head in the clouds, stuck in a book or website.
So no matter how big or small the donation, support of sharing or comment left behind, you are empowering Algorithymns!
 Every portion over the sum requested for via crowd sourcing will go to the continuum of Algorithymns, the growth of the project, the daily distribution of poetry, podcasts, workshops (art therapy for example) and prose, along with photos, updates and the continued expansion of Algorithymns Poetry², which includes The World's Over Journal and The Forever Fantasy (which can be previewed in rough draft via the blog).
Funds for adequate technologies including a proper website, Poetry Request Form, sound cloud and spreaker accounts and eventually forums for people the world over.
Funds for hardware, including upkeep on older to ancient equipment currently being used, such as a new headset, microphone, laptop, epic scrolling ninja mouse and a bow tie... No wait, I mean yes! Bow tie = very enthusiastic yes!
What are the Project Phases
During all stages Algorithymns' two existing primary functions currently live will function as they always have, with daily activity, to inspire, mend and share.
Also during all phases live performances will be shared at open mics, poetry readings and social events where such a thing will be quasi embraced or at least half accepted.
Stage one is collaboration with a software and website designer and engineer to prepare the platform, website and form, based on an existing model, for the project.
During the initial and all phases (including now) and I dare say into forever! Ongoing research will be endlessly read to empower the empathetic imagination engine so that the experiences written about can be tailored to the choice of the poem requester from very vivid and dense down to a pleasant read for anyone (without the hustle of mind from a bagillion massive words).
Stage two is a beta test of the website, form and possible forums (to be launched at a later stageless date) for fluidity, bugs and over wordiness.
Stage three is the launch and a three month trial period where little to no marketing other then the social media models currently being used and word of online and offline mouth, via @ symbols # and the like.
Stage four (if necessary) is collaboration with various marketing friends and SoE wizards to enhance the broadcast of the project worldwide.
Future Funds
Will inevitably siphon their way down to the expansion of new works, research and development and eventually daily existence in society today.
If and when the pool for Algorithymns poetry² gets large enough, crowd sourcing and donated funds will be put towards technologies to help streamline the project and all of its functions.
These include a new headset, a decent microphone for podcasting workshops, poems and updates. Eventually the possibility for a new laptop, as mine is ancient.
Secondary Functions may also be utilized if the pool of funds grows large enough; such as forums where people can discuss, meet up as a collective in a safe environment with proper guidelines moderated by a few folks and a couple admins.
If the funding and project grow large enough there may be a need to source the poetry to others with the empathetic imagination engine.
Finally, The Impact
Firstly you are growing the daily expansion of distributed material online.
Secondly there is the beginning of Algorithymns' Projects stages.
Thirdly, Furthermore funds will help empower hope that one day there is a  possibility for a full recovery from this ongoing struggle with my injured back. Vertebra L4, 5 and 6 are herniated, revealed by a cat and bone scan after several months of being told I had just pulled and strained a muscle, while there is nerve route damage down my right leg.
Each day starts off with stretching which leads into yoga to alleviate the pain. I've already rebuilt my body twice. At 24 from the original injury, which resurfaces every few years. Then from the mental illness of an eating disorder and now the source injury yet again.
From 2004 at age 24 when the injury occurred up until 2009 I wasn't even able to get up out of a chair without pain and the use of my arms, legs being too weak and enamoured by pain to stand on their own.
Lastly Remember, no matter what you are supporting the current and future works of Algorithymns, check out some of the poetry (either via the links or at the bottom of this), listen to a pod cast or six, that is what you are funding. The continued growth of what one day might become...
Every donation is precious, I can exist in this world, having done so for a great number of years off less than $15,000 a year, so working part time whilst dividing my attention to the project should allow its fruition. A frugal poet thriving in solitude, though everyone needs friendship and a hand to hold during times of sorrow and those of joy.
Nothing will get wasted for I never garnished bad habits like drinking, straight edge on accident... (though I did try some beers at age 30... So lame, so they say, too tied up in creating and the lonely dark of being a nerd and a poet trapped in one body), drugs or materialism. I wish just to exist and share the project, creating for the benefit of others.
Though my other projects aren't viewed, commented upon or shared by anyone, even my own family for I am a black sheep and am generally friendless because I'm a quirky nerd who writes too much... Pretty sure all my facebook 'friends' have hidden my wall by now, the poetic spam is endless!
The projects include the 777 Poetry Series which is now seven poems long, dealing with mental illness, social stigmas of people living with disabilities, people trapped in the health care system and the money made off saving lives.
Another project is the Twitter Poetry, which now is over 9,000 poems long and going strong, buffered up with four to six poems daily.
Then there is the Spoken Word poetry project that daily sees two to three podcasts on Spreaker and Soundcloud with over three thousand followers... With only two likes... of over three hundred podcasts to date.
Finally there is the blogged poetry project which has over a thousand poems and prose-poetry, though it isn't viewed much at all despite the sharing and all those facebook 'friends.' Alas! I write on.
For though no one comments, likes or believes in me (well maybe there is just one person *wink*) not family unto a friend... I believe. Not in me, for I have no self esteem, the young abuse in childhood to bullying in church and school murdered off my confidence.
I live by courage in perseverance.
In earnest anticipation of,
Juton
Ps. Sorry if that's all very wordy, I'm a poet after all... Please won't you at least smile!
PPs. I won't have any perks but I will have tons of updates and poems left as comments. Until then here is a sample of the 777 Series and a nerdy love poem.
Bipolar Beauty
Paralysed bipolar look up scene
Beauty trapped in fire infused sand
Mirror amplifies the psychosis
Derangement not by choice
Furniture inside deforms
Despite the prescription
Still hallucinating
Abnormal scientific referral
Accepted terms for testing
Abrasive codex of dignity
Accidental manic prey
Bipolar schizophrenic shallow breathing
Darkness of the mind depressive
Sworn to psychosis secrets
Trapped in her own head
Yet she is defined...
By illness instead of beauty
Paralysed bipolar look up cut scene
Life's beauty hallucinating in fire infused sand
Mirror impaired insight amplifies the psychosis
Pendulum derangement swinging inner lens
Aperture of the iris step out head trip
Social deteriorating world view stigma
Surrounded by archaic stereotypes
Stabilizing untimely manic impulses
Sworn genetics to mood frenzy
Substitute deforming subject
Silent amidst testing
Mentally vacant
Lost at sea
Bipolar suicidal shallow breathing
Dark mind episodes on repeat
Trapped inside his own head
Yet he is defined...
By illness instead of beauty
...........................................
The crime is a choice
View of the wounded
How obscene & shallow are we...
Everyone deserves more
Than a moment's observation
Happen-stance of society
Gossip exclusive judges
How ugly... Are we

Online Source Origin
Digitally hidden online
Spam open window filter
Condescending profile view
Humiliating statement expected
Self deprecative imagination
Only engine running inside
Downcast origin dream
Failed beta testing
Love's all wrong
Contempt is...
Overcome
Stuttering bearded lips
Poetic profile response
Once in the universe view
Reverberation unexpected
Self deprecating personality
Shelter behind closed eyes
Lips sinking in dreams
Scorched by hope
Wishing for love
At twilight
Living in geekality
Adorkable anime in real life
Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist
Realigned heroine's file
Sharing the night sky
Beside a dreamer
Self decaying
Honestly
Living nerdom existence
Adorkable anime in real life
Heroic female love combatant
Realigned smile contortionist
Woe overcome by allure
All spark hope online
Reanimated light
Heart in decay
No longer
Honestly
Stammering nervous hope lost lips
Poetic second chance profile response
Once in the universe heroine profile view
Reverberation in reply not expected
Obsolete mentioning personality
Closed inner imaginary eye
Shelter of the dreamer
Lip sinking wishes
Hopeful for scars
A get lost retort
Read by night
Hopelessly
Romantic
Existing in geekality
Adorkable anime in real life
Heroic female open source protagonist
Enchantment realigned contortionist
Digital black over green screen
Text shelter for two hearts
Matrix of algorithms
Link is online
This is love
Honestly
Digitally hidden online
Spam open window filter
Condescending profile view
Humiliating statement expected
Self deprecative imagination
Only engine running inside
Downcast origin dream
Failed beta testing
Love's all wrong
Contempt is...
Overcome
Stuttering bearded lips
Poetic profile response
Once in the universe view
Reverberation unexpected
Self deprecating personality
Shelter behind closed eyes
Lips sinking in dreams
Scorched by hope
Wishing for love
At twilight
Living in geekality
Adorkable anime in real life
Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist
Realigned heroine's file
Sharing the night sky
Beside a dreamer
Self decaying
Honestly
Living nerdom existence
Adorkable anime in real life
Heroic female love combatant
Realigned smile contortionist
Woe overcome by allure
All spark hope online
Reanimated light
Heart in decay
No longer
Honestly
Stammering nervous hope lost lips
Poetic second chance profile response
Once in the universe heroine profile view
Reverberation in reply not expected
Obsolete mentioning personality
Closed inner imaginary eye
Shelter of the dreamer
Lip sinking wishes
Hopeful for scars
A get lost retort
Read by night
Hopelessly
Romantic
Existing in geekality
Adorkable anime in real life
Heroic female open source protagonist
Enchantment realigned contortionist
Digital black over green screen
Text shelter for two hearts
Matrix of algorithms
Link is online
This is love
Honestly


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