Deformations of the Warped In my search for inspiration for creative writing projects I was referred to this website by a professor. This wasn't just any website, it was THE website for creative writers of all kinds. From Andy Warhol to the boy next door, their work is on this site and is very different from what you find in any local Borders book. The site is ubu.com and is dedicated to experimental writing with mixed media. Writers combine sound, images, and text to create literary works that could change the face, or cover, if you will, of any book ever made. The most unique aspect of this genre is that there can be very little actual writing. While yes, you can go to this site and see the work you find in any book, there are a vast number of projects that could never be included in a book for various reasons, most of which are valid. When I first came to this site I thought, wow that's cool, I could look at this stuff forever. Then I read and read and listened and watched and read some more until suddenly I realized that my eyes were dead. Not only that, but I couldn't actually remember what the hell I had just read. I had spent about three hours staring at my computer screen and couldn't grasp anything I had read. I also found that the entire time I was reading I wanted to hold onto something; there was even a moment where I gripped the sides of my laptop to give the work a physical feel. How terrible! They were truly beautiful works of literature and I had barely touched them. No matter how hard I tried to read them in depth, my mind would have nothing to do with it. Could this be an epidemic? Am I so conditioned to having books, physical entities that I can smell, hear and yes taste, that I can't understand the art on a screen? Or worse, have I become one of those older people who refuse to adapt to new technologies and appreciate the way things once were? I'm starting to think so. I tried to fix this problem quickly. I thought about printing it all out and reading it like that but I'm not rich.