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Space Title

Hurtling Through Rosebushes Poem

Within the World Titled BUG WORLD
Credited to Bun Stout
Opening date March 26th, 2022
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Statement:

"Hurtling Through Rosebushes Poem" is an experiment in poetry as a spatial experience, inspired by the features and limitations of New Art City. The fixed speed of a user's movement is used to create a virtual poetry reading in which timing is defined by distance and words are part of their environment. Charging forward through a heavenly garden, with the theoretical ability to move in directions other than straight ahead, the user who chooses to wander off the path transcends the illusion but forfeits the experience.

3D Environment Description:

You open in a sparkling topiary garden filled with odd shapes. It's night, and foggy. You’re surrounded by strange shapes, tall bushes with heavy with apples and giraffes covered in roses. Bach’s Aria from the Goldenberg Variations, played on piano by Kimiko Ishizaka, is coming from all around you. Directly in front of you is a rainbow-soaked topiary arch with a sign:

HURTLING THROUGH ROSEBUSHES POEM

You follow a pebbled path through the arch and see another sign:

HOW TO READ: RUN FORWARD AND DON’T STOP

So you do, following the path through the garden and reading as you go.

THROUGH HERE

FOLLOW MY WORDS

AND KEEP GOING

NO MATTER WHAT’S IN YOUR PATH

A huge square bush, tall and wide as a wall, rises up in your path. But you keep running.

GOOD

You crash through another.

PERFECT

OK

LET’S BEGIN

The music is getting louder and louder. You follow the path through a series of arches flanked by rosebushes and silly topiary dogs dripping in flowers. You emerge into a grassy void where all the now-familiar shapes of the garden are present, but warped and flowing.

LOOK BABY LOOK!!

THE AFTERLIFE IS SWIRLING IN YOUR ROOM’S FLAT AIR

DUST PLANES TURNING IN A SUN BEAM

ONCE-BODIES

WINKING SIDE BEFORE SIDE

INFINITE FREE COFFEE AND

EGGS LESS WARM THAN AIR

THE SMALLEST POSSIBLE

UNIT OF GRAHAM CRACKER

5 UNINSURED YEARS AND THEN YOU

SLEEP THROUGH YOUR DENTIST APPOINTMENT

IT’S ISN’T QUITE SUFFERING IT’S JUST

White garden fences to your left and right close in around you as you keep running forward. Ahead, you see where they nearly meet and dive through, into darkness. The stone path beneath your feet continues, groundless, into the void.

THE SHRINKING REALM OF THE LIVING

The path diminishes and disappears beneath you. You’re running forward in total darkness.

IT’S AFTER NOON, SO

THE UNSHINY SKY IS NAVY

THE WORLD ENDED A FEW MONTHS BACK AND

THE BUS STILL RUNS SOMETIMES

YOU STILL NEED MONEY

Still hurtling forward through the words, you realize the music has been gone for some time.

YOU WATCH

TAP WATER MELTING BUTTER OFF A SPOON
YOU’RE HOLDING THE SPOON

THE MAN YOU USED TO CHEAT WITH

BUYS YOU TAMPONS ON HIS FSA

YOU’RE BOTH BOYS THESE DAYS

YOU DRINK AND KISS

IT’S A CLIMATE OF RATTRAPS

AND SOMEDAY

The path resumes weakly before you, getting bigger. You hear faint music, and it grows louder and you keep going.

A GENERATION WILL EMERGE UNPOISONABLE

BUT THIS IS NOW

YOUR HANDS ARE TIED AND

YOU’RE HURTLING FORWARD THROUGH

PORTALS TOO RELATABLE TO BE REAL

YOU CAN’T BE KILLED

TIL THEY SWORD YOUR HEART

IN IT’S SECRET EGG DEEP IN THE FOREST

YOU LIFT A FINGER AND

SOMEONE SEES

A FINGER APPEAR THROUGH A TRAPDOOR

THE END IS

ANOTHER DAY OF CHOICES

All around you fades away. You can stop running.