Soon, sooner than most of us posters, scrollers, refreshers and general internet lurkers would like, Twitter is going to up its character count to 280 — double the current limit. And while that increases potential for memes and political screaming, it also affects a community of poets who use Twitter as their primary means of publication. When Twitter first appeared on the web 11 years ago it was a space to talk about what you ate for breakfast. About 2011, people started to toss around the idea that the website might actually be — like most other text-based media before it — literary. That maybe it was possible to fit art, and more specifically poetry, within Twitter’s humble character limit. Poets established in print took to the site to be playful and human — to point out, with the sincerity of early internet culture, the beauty in toast and jam and bowls of cereal. Poets like Mary Karr and Sherman Alexie used the platform to send blips of beauty into the web and to reaffirm a kind of canonical body — retweeting and quoting poetry from other, equally established poets. Poetry on Twitter was, in many ways, merely the transposition of pre-existing words. For some poets, that kind of literary Twitter was more a means to talk about poetry than one to create it. Because the site, and specifically this sub-community, maintained a false air of professionalism and careerism, it became an echo chamber to reaffirm what was already established offline. The internet was growing up quickly and it was becoming more and more apparent that instead of just a new platform, it was a new world that could house art and inspire it. From this world, a generation of posters and poets was born. There has been resurgence in Twitter as a platform for organic and original creation. The origins of the alt-lit online community — which started on Tumblr and Twitter in 2011 and came into its own as those platforms did, about 2014. Alt-lit is literature on the internet that is a direct product of internet culture. In its earlier stages, it was poetry that was stylized to look internet-y — chat room messages, Facebook statuses, lowercase letters and abbreviations abound. It was characterized by a proximity to the “New Sincerity” literary movement that includes IRL writers like David Foster Wallace and Miranda July. Online, poets like Steve Roggenbuck and Mira Gonzalez rose to prominence. Early on, they blurred the lines between self-deprecating observation and more traditionally recognizable poetry. Both poets still use Twitter, as well as traditional print, as a means of spreading their poetry to the masses and bridging the gap between what can roughly be characterized as alt-lit and post-alt-lit. Yes, now, it’s a movement that is established enough to be considered in a post phase. Still alt, still lit, just post what it was before. Like all the great “post”s, this iteration of internet poetry is interested in what poetry is as a concept and an institution. It’s funnier, sharper, more cynical and nihilistic. Popular accounts intersperse their verse with memes and retweets from “weird Twitter” accounts like @dril. This brand of poetry is post New Sincerity’s rejection of postmodernism’s cynicism, which is just a convoluted way of saying it’s cynical again. But, cynical in a different way, a way that knows how to spin multiple plates — beauty, despair, self-deprecation, self- love — all at once. On Twitter, users like @ atreewithagrape and @ simulacra1990 and @RAF_i_A blend memes, political retweets and small lines of verse into poetic and holistic expressions of the self. Profiles are often devoid of real names, photos or other points of identification. Poets are known by their handles in a “At home, there’s this little coffee shop … our friend owns it … his dad used to own it but he passed it down to his son, and his son is super chill and he’s like, ‘We need to start throwing shows here.’ So we threw a show,” said Alex Stoitsiadis, lead singer of a local Ann Arbor band, Dogleg, which also includes Chase Macinski on bass and Parker Grissom on drums. “It went over really well. And then we threw another show at the end of summer and like 200 people showed up. In this little coffee shop, they all just piled in. And it was one of the craziest nights of our lives.” It’s hard to describe exactly what the people in that impromptu venue heard when they saw Dogleg perform for the first time. As a band, they’ve developed a sound that’s difficult to pin down. A blend of driving energy, powerful vocals and instrumentation that leaves you speechless, Dogleg’s music dares you to try and neatly categorize it. The rush of color and catharsis that burst to life in that little coffee shop must have shaken the very foundations of the building: an aftermath of toppled-over chairs and cracked coffee cups. It’s not surprising in the least to hear that such a large crowd came to watch the second performance. The different elements in each of Dogleg’s songs are unrestrained, allowing their two albums to spark with a distinct dynamism. Songs are almost like scrapbooks in the way they are pieced together. “Star 67” from Remember Alderaan? hangs off the edge of spiking crescendos and jagged vocals. The mellow intro of “11 AM Drunk” from Dogleg trips into a racing tempo that jolts toward the finish line. Untraditional but not amateurish, irregular but not haphazard, it’s art that is redefined. It’s DIY. Even though this very broad label can encompass a variety of different aspects, the importance of DIY comes in the fact that, at its core, it allows art to be malleable, deconstructing the unyielding stone of more traditional definitions in order for people to create their own systems of production. DIY is art at its most accessible and ingenuity at its finest. Still-life paintings can be made out of instant coffee and water. Movies can be filmed in backyards. Music can be recorded in basements. “Dogleg was just me, initially,” Stoitsiadis said as he explained the band’s beginning. “The friend of mine who was in the old band let me borrow his recording equipment, which was literally just a little box that could record two microphones at a time. It wasn’t music production in the conventional sense, but it worked. “I would just record stuff on there and just kind of make it as good as possible … just kind of working with the limits,” he said. Even with limitations, Stoitsiadis found the feedback he received after publicly releasing his music to be overwhelmingly positive. “I didn’t really expect (the music) to go anywhere,” he said. “I threw it out online and pretty soon people were really liking it a lot and I was like, ‘I should start playing shows. I should start actually mobilizing this thing.’” Dogleg emerged from the inconspicuous form of a piece of borrowed recording equipment; Stoitsiadis’s ingenuity and passion empowered his music to grow into the established band it is today. “My old friends, we went to music school together: School of Rock,” he said. “So I called them up … they’re itching to play in a band. So, we get together and everything just gels completely. We’re all on the same exact page as to what we want to do, where we want to go, how we want to sound and things just exponentially took off from there.” Yet, even as Dogleg continue to branch out, the band never strays too far from Stoitsiadis’s original means of music production. “I would go and write five different riff or song ideas, just in one day,” he explained. “And then the next day I would come back to them and see what can I change, what can I put together, what can I piece apart.” It’s a casual process. Even when writing vocals, the component that gives Stoitsiadis the most trouble during the creation of new 2B —Thursday, September 28, 2017 Arts The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com COURTESY OF SHANNON MAHONEY COURTESY OF BEN LESER Dogleg is a on-campus band really into DIY B-SIDE LEAD Dogleg digs up power of at -home recording and DIY Local University band Dogleg has perfected the art of DIY having made it a part of their image and mode of production SHIMA SADAGHIYANI Daily Arts Writer See DOGLEG, Page 3B 140 characters (sometimes more, often less) B-SIDE SECONDARY MADELEINE GAUDIN Senior Arts Editor See TWITTER, Page 3B