Geoffrey Long is a media analyst, scholar, and storyteller exploring transmedia experiences, emerging entertainment platforms and the future of entertainment as the Lead Narrative Producer for the Narrative Design Team at Microsoft Studios. He is an alum of the MIT Comparative Media Studies program, a FoE Fellow with the Futures of Entertainment community, and a co-editor of the Playful Thinking book series from the MIT Press. His personal site can be found at geoffreylong.com.
There’s a new piece up at CNN.com called “Is the Future of TV on the Web?” in which I’m briefly quoted. I had a lot more to say on the subject, obviously, but due to space constraints it got chopped down to just one sentence. I’m checking with the interviewer to see if I can […]
Well, that didn’t work. Â The last time I did a “30 poems in 30 days” project, it was two years ago and I wound up writing them poems in huge blocks. Â They were much shorter and all followed a similar theme. Â This time around I tried to do longer works on wider themes and, well, […]
Driving home on Memorial Drive after several hours’ worth of playing Mario Kart Wii, I kept thinking “FIRE THE RED SHELL! Â FIRE THE RED SHELL!” Â Also tempted to rev the engine at red lights, just waiting to press and hold the gas at just… the right… Â moment. In other words, Mario Kart Wii is awesome. […]
April 18, 2008 – 11:04 am
Five new poems posted today, and I’m still five behind. Â I’ve halved the gap between me and being caught up, but I need to get another flash of inspiration here if I’m going to finish 30 poems in 30 days. Â It’s my own fault this year – last year I wrote them all on a […]
April 18, 2008 – 11:00 am
It was her fingers that undid me, long, spidery things half again too long and knotted with extra knuckles, skittering things, scratching things, grasping, grabbing, groping things, they took hold of my pleasant delusions and unraveled them with a harsh nasty tug, popping loose the seams of my amorous intent before continuing on to my […]
April 18, 2008 – 10:56 am
The ghost beside me shudders and shakes and swears, clutching her purse in crabbed old claws, wracked and wrecked with something old and cold and fatal I’m grateful I’m not permitted to know. There’s a tiny something knotted in her hair, a kink, a snag, a snarled ball trapped in her snakes, and with a […]
April 18, 2008 – 10:48 am
Longing for release and it’s not even Wednesday, I close my eyes and blink to better coordinates, folding myself through a tesseract and squeezing through the tiniest sliver of an escape clause, I renege on this weather, I reject the contract that keeps April cold, I turn my back on the bullshit compliance that maintains […]
April 18, 2008 – 10:44 am
I will spin my hair into silver, my skin into leather, my eyes into milky marble, my senses into stillness and my days into memories of ghosts. I will grow and weather and buckle and fold, collapsing in on myself as the trongest of towers finally yields to the subatomic cracks endemic to its mortar. […]
April 18, 2008 – 10:40 am
The boggart stands in the center of the room, feet apart, jaws agape, glaring defiance and astonishment at his loss, spun gold mountained in each corner, and the stolen babe still in its mother’s traitorous arms. The fury in his eyes is iridescent, his last hope for an heir spoiled, his secret in the open […]
So I’m currently six poems behind in the 2008 edition of 30, my semi-annual ’30 poems in 30 days’ experiment for National Poetry Month. Hopefully I can make up the difference this weekend, or as this week goes along; ironically, it’s not because I haven’t had the time to write that I’m behind so much […]
