I am a text – the ordinary text to be read and written by everyone aspiring to fly beyond time and space and communicate their thoughts to someone else. Some like to think of me as a phenomenon of culture, some as a combination of signs and meanings. Others see only the part of meContinue Weaving
The Interconnectedness within
Intertextuality is a term coined in 1966 referring to texts being shaped and influenced by other texts. The way I see it, this concept reaches as far as our digital state of existence today.
Everything is connected. Every text, every thread in a conversation (be it direct or indirect, through references) starts and ends in and with another text or thread. We are never-ending stories reaching out to find possible continuations.
I find the analogy between humans and texts very useful as a means for understanding our networked life. And by using the concept of text I refer to any symbolic representation of shared meaning.
For so long texts have been our main source and at the same time tool for passing on meaning and insights through time and space. Today this vehicle of traditions is being entirely logged, archived and digitized, creating a huge corpus of texts that are available to search through, enjoy, compare and most importantly enrich with new meanings and relationships.
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Good texts, just like good conversations, are the ones that change you. You are transformed after having read them: you either know something more, learned something new, or have decided what to do next, how to solve a problem. I use good here for something very basic, that is “able to serve its purpose”. In theContinue Weaving
It is around VIII century BC. Theseus, the mythical king of Athens, has arrived to Crete and is about to face his next adventure – kill the Cretan Minotaur. The beast, half bull and half man, is kept in the legendary Cretan Labyrinth where thousands have found their death either trying to kill the ferocious creature orContinue Weaving
My mom lives in a four-storey building where all the neighbours know each other. For a year or so they have also known me – the girl who often stops between the second and the third floor, sunk deep into another reality through a typical realia of our age – a smartphone screen. Living intertextuality: stories,Continue Weaving