I’m still thinking through this. Please forgive any duplications across posts.
It’s easy for me to describe Wordsalad as a radio program; it’s maybe more accurate to describe it as a serial poem.
It makes its way to listeners (co-creators) not via the printed page nor by hypertext, not by flash animation, but via electromagnetic radiation and via byte packets surging through fiber optic cables and servers and routers.
Wordsalad is never ‘complete.’ It continually changes form. It absorbs, and acts in opposition to, elements in the environment.
The content for each installment is arranged in advance, according to a set of rules and random operations. As the host, I don’t know how it will really sound until it’s in process.