2010/3/14
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
— Ezra Pound, 1913
Ian Bogost writes about how videogames need to be more like Imagist poetry.
Does he mean they need to be driven by a hideous streak of anti-Semitism? No. Rather,
Meaning comes not from the fixity of an author’s idea, but from the free play amidst things that author left behind.
That’s often how we describe games. How could it be the case for a poem of a dozen words? Good games, like good poems, are provocation machines.
Interesting enough. Take a look at his post, if only for the pictures.
