My goal is to launch (eventually) Scrimshaw Cinema. I envision the site as being a potash of poem and prose fragments, with a mixture of supplemental multimedia files thrown in for good measure. It’ll be a hash of sorts. It might not work. But that’s not important to me right now. Right now, it’s the idea that’s important. And I’m imagining the site as a collection of narratives (possibly “failed” narratives), all from various genres. There is already a wonderful site that features “poem videos” (MotionPoems). What I’m picturing, though, is something akin to the loads of broken shells you might find on the north end beaches of the Outer Banks (like Corolla).
I want Scrimshaw Cinema to be a site that’ll hurt your feet at first. Maybe. You walk onto it, or through it, and the collection offers connections. Or maybe the entire thing will simply become an “Island of Misfit Toys” – a place where fragments of narrative (images, lines, etc.) wait for a viewer/reader/caretaker/docent. As you can see, I don’t know what I really want it to be just yet. I want it to have a good life, I suppose. I want to teach it some things and have it teach me some things. I want it, at its core, to be both reverent and irreverent.