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
FundsWill 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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