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[annaswirls]

I hae never seen so much snow here down south for years looks like my b/day treat is out boo hoo. I looked out the window and a man was walking his dalmatian and all you could see was it's spots and nose! Loads of families going past with sledges brrrrrrr I don't do cold anymore. Friends of ours are going to Canada soon to do the Rocky Mountaineer could stay here and see the snow lol. When Ron and I went it was September and boiling hot, Calgary was stifling.
Just checked and stillllllllll it's falling!

ahhh I wish I were there! I miss snow. I really miss shovelling snow. I love to exercise when it is actually doing something.

Is today your birthday?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

ahhh I wish I were there! I miss snow. I really miss shovelling snow. I love to exercise when it is actually doing something.

Is today your birthday?

You can come and shovel my snow as much as you like and nope it's Thursday getting olddddddddd

 

[vampiredust]

I hate estate agents

My landlady is selling my place because she's hard up or some crap and my wife and I have steadily gotten viewings from the useless, crappy estate agents that she's hired. I say that, because they've rarely been on time, often cancel, and are a bunch of smarmy, arrogant twats.

Take today, for instance. The estate agent tells me she'll be there at 4.15. Turns up at 5. Worse, she has this 'I don't give a crap because I'm beautiful and loaded' attitude. She stomps over our new carpet with her heels and chews gum instead of speaking.

Jeez

 

[Under_Sun]

My landlady is selling my place because she's hard up or some crap and my wife and I have steadily gotten viewings from the useless, crappy estate agents that she's hired. I say that, because they've rarely been on time, often cancel, and are a bunch of smarmy, arrogant twats.

Take today, for instance. The estate agent tells me she'll be there at 4.15. Turns up at 5. Worse, she has this 'I don't give a crap because I'm beautiful and loaded' attitude. She stomps over our new carpet with her heels and chews gum instead of speaking.

Jeez

was she American?

Oop sorry that was mean!!

I would think real estate agents would be working extra hard to be cordial in this market.

 

[Under_Sun]

I kissed my first girl.

I kissed her all over.

It was nice. She was soft and I did not realize how much softer a woman would be, I just thought it was just a figure of speech.

It was a good experience because I learned that I am a heterosexual. I was not sure, because I have always been attracted to women and think about them a lot.

But when I reached between her legs, it was like this instinctual falling feeling of Where is the Penis, I want a Penis! I guess that is what makes me heterosexual? That instinctual, genetic pull? Like if I were bi or a lesbian I would not have felt that. It was wild how instant and involuntary that was. Or would it make me bi-sexual since I did really like it and would do it again, but just prefer men?

Eating her out was lovely, it really was, gawd, I am glad I did this because now I realize why people like it so much.

I would do it again if the situation arose, but I am glad that I do not have to look for it anymore, long for it, wonder about it....


So she was fun, but fucking her husband was better. Watching her fuck her husband, that was cool too. Oh and she had a great hand for spanking. Yes she did.

okay enough confessional.

I kissed a girl.

 

[vampiredust]

I'm a little bit angry

I was at my local shopping centre and some punk walking behind me said to his girlfriend 'don't you think his hair looks like a girls?'

I mean, what the hell?

So my hair is a little long (not by much) but who gives a fuck? Whose right is it to say snide remarks behind someone's back?

 

[Safe_Bet]

I'm a little bit angry

I was at my local shopping centre and some punk walking behind me said to girlfriend 'don't you think his hair looks like a girls?'

I mean, what the hell?

So my hair is a little long (not by much) but who gives a fuck? Whose right is it to say snide remarks behind someone's back?

It does make you angry doesn't it? Does it ever make you cry or make your heart ache till you think it will explode?

Every day of my life "some punk says to his girlfriend", "some nice lady gives us the look" or "the righteous tells us to our faces to change and be saved or stay queer and burn in hell". Welcome to a tiny slice of my life.

The only difference is that you know in your heart of hearts you could cut your hair if you really, really needed to. We don't have that choice. "Whose right"... exactly.

 

[Tzara]

I started using the Google Chrome browser. Kind of barebones, but lightspeed. (I mean, fast. Real fast.) Recommended.

So far, anyway.

 

[Maria2394]

My landlady is selling my place because she's hard up or some crap and my wife and I have steadily gotten viewings from the useless, crappy estate agents that she's hired. I say that, because they've rarely been on time, often cancel, and are a bunch of smarmy, arrogant twats.

Take today, for instance. The estate agent tells me she'll be there at 4.15. Turns up at 5. Worse, she has this 'I don't give a crap because I'm beautiful and loaded' attitude. She stomps over our new carpet with her heels and chews gum instead of speaking.

Jeez

hey Chris. sorry about your un-fun.

I wanted to ask you a question, I know some words mean different in the UK, but what does twat mean there? I sure know what it means here. Just kinda got a smile when I read your post.

wishing you all the best and continued poetic success,

maria

 

[vampiredust]

twat is the equivalent of jackass, maria

thanks for the kind words

 

[UnderYourSpell]

twat is the equivalent of jackass, maria

thanks for the kind words

amongst other things lol

 

[annaswirls]

I thought twat was pussy

I thought twat ought not.

say that ten times fast

 

[Maria2394]

I thought twat was pussy

I thought twat ought not.

say that ten times fast

..hey swirly

and yeah, that's what twat means here.

be well

 

[Angeline]

English twats and American twats are not the same kind of twats, apparently.

English twats are twits. American twats are taint. Taint nobody's business if I twat.

It does have a Dr. Seuss sound to it. I think Dr. Seuss porn would be interesting. But I'm too lazy to write it. A lazy twat.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I thought twat was pussy

I thought twat ought not.

say that ten times fast

they are but also derogatory name for twits lol

 

[annaswirls]

English twats and American twats are not the same kind of twats, apparently.

English twats are twits. American twats are taint. Taint nobody's business if I twat.

It does have a Dr. Seuss sound to it. I think Dr. Seuss porn would be interesting. But I'm too lazy to write it. A lazy twat.

I thought taint was the spot between the whoo whoo (and male equivilant) and pooper?

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I thought taint was the spot between the whoo whoo (and male equivilant) and pooper?

The pecker and the pooper? I think there's a poem under there somewhere.

 

[Maria2394]

I thought taint was the spot between the whoo whoo (and male equivilant) and pooper?

I once had a link to a site that was nothing but porn definitions. but hubby was the one that told me what a taint was. I like your words, Ms. Swirls and he did as well.

He says that is the most sensitive area on a man, or at least, on him. I won't tell you what he likes to have done there, this is too nice a place.

sweet dreams, y'all.

 

[Tzara]

I know that we all say (well, I've said, anyway) that reading poetry is really, really important in helping you learn how to write it.

Well, hey. Sometimes it's also inhibitory. And a major downer.

I started to read, re-read, whatever, James Wright the other day. The first strophe of the first poem in his Complete Poems ("The Quest") starts

In pasture where the leaf and wood
Were lorn of all delicious apple,
And underfoot a long and supple
Bough leaned down to dip in mud,​

My first and violent reaction was Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck because those four lines are so good that I can't even imagine how I even could parody them, let alone write something approximating their quality.

Asshole. And he was only 27 when he wrote that. Didn't even think the poem was good enough for inclusion in his first book, The Green Wall (which did, though, win the Yale Younger Poets Prize, which says, I guess, he kinda knew what he was doing).

I mean, it left me kind of drained and wondering if there is any point to this trying to write poems when there are people so much better than me right out of the gate that I'll at best win a club tournament, even figuring in my handicap.

I know that bflagsst (or was it Empd607?) made some bold comment about being as good as Yeats, or some such thing. And I don't want to belittle that comment, because I think what he meant was something like why not think you are good? If you don't, no one else will either.

But I just can't do that after reading those lines by Wright. Fortunately, though, he goes on to these lines, immediately following

I came before the dark to stare
At a gray nest blown in a swirl,
As in the arm of a dead girl
Crippled and torn and laid out bare.​

which, while better than anything I might write, seem sufficiently derivative of Yeats (and, I don't know, a little arch or something) that I can intellectually smack Wright back into the category of "Influences" instead of that egregious slot of "H3 pwns m3."

Fuck. Sometimes I hate poetry, though I still try to write it.

Try. Sigh.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I was reading through some war poetry to try and find something for my Glosa and of course I was there for hours just reading, but when I found what I was looking for then the doubts set in. I just didn't feel adequate if that's the right word to put my words around such uplifting stuff.

 

[champagne1982]

I was reading through some war poetry to try and find something for my Glosa and of course I was there for hours just reading, but when I found what I was looking for then the doubts set in. I just didn't feel adequate if that's the right word to put my words around such uplifting stuff.

When we feel our words can't say our mind's conversations better than another poet's already written, does that mean we have nothing more to add? I hope not. The world has over 6 billion perspectives, I won't believe that I've heard it all before. Unique means I haven't been personal with it, that's all. New to me is just as good as new for all.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I never seem to be able to find the right word I see some folks on here coming up with wonderful words and I would need to eat a dictionary for breakfast before I would know half of them!

 

[EroticOrogeny]

When we feel our words can't say our mind's conversations better than another poet's already written, does that mean we have nothing more to add? I hope not. The world has over 6 billion perspectives, I won't believe that I've heard it all before. Unique means I haven't been personal with it, that's all. New to me is just as good as new for all.

That's a good attitude to have and promote

 

[bflagsst]

...

I know that bflagsst (or was it Empd607?) made some bold comment about being as good as Yeats, or some such thing. And I don't want to belittle that comment, because I think what he meant was something like why not think you are good? If you don't, no one else will either.

But I just can't do that after reading those lines by Wright. Fortunately, though, he goes on to these lines, immediately following

I came before the dark to stare
At a gray nest blown in a swirl,
As in the arm of a dead girl
Crippled and torn and laid out bare.​

which, while better than anything I might write, seem sufficiently derivative of Yeats (and, I don't know, a little arch or something) that I can intellectually smack Wright back into the category of "Influences" instead of that egregious slot of "H3 pwns m3."

Fuck. Sometimes I hate poetry, though I still try to write it.

Try. Sigh.

Yeats is my hero and nemesis, you're expressing the same thing I have. JamesC couldn't accept that a contemporary poet could strive to write better than a legend, and in so doing hold the opinion that maybe one or two of his poems were the best of that year, not better than Yeats. I don't think I'd say anything I've written is better than Yeats' best books, entire books not just a poem or two. It would be petty for me to point out the worst poems or lines in the Yeats canon and say 'hey, look here I have a few poems that are clearly better.'

My aim is to write book length groupings of poems that are as good if not better than the best grouping of Dylan Thomas, Pablo Neruda, Yeats, and Elizabeth Barrett. If I ever thought I was as good as Dylan Thomas I'd be a failure, I'd stop trying to write better than I actually am, and in truth be far from the mark of 'as good as Dylan Thomas.' You're a complete failure as a poet or as any type of artist once you stop trying to overtake your personal pinnacles of mastery. Sure you can write passionate quality poetry and not have the same ambition as me, but I'd bet my life that Yeats was trying to overtake Landor and Donne in the same way I'm trying to write better than him -- and I think I'll end up writing better poems than the person who does it as a hobby.

For me it's not about lines, if it is for you I'd post those four lines you're hung up on, somewhere like the bathroom or refrigerator so you'll have to see it and think about it multiple times a day. I'm about complete works, I have copies of my favorite books, Langston Hughes, Oni Buchanan, Joyce Mansour, sitting on my dresser, by my bed, in the bathroom and I think about them as complete works and whether it's possible. Obssessive in a dead art or a thriving art, why do something that you love and not try to do it the best?

Then maybe I should keep all that to myself, cuz afterall this is a dead art we're talking about on an internet messageboard of a porno site. But the person that constantly says that is the one who has no belief in their work. I'd post poems in a strip bar if I thought someone might read them. I write about one thing and I want others to read my words to feel something similar, to have an idea how I feel about that one thing. If I died and no one spoke her name, I'd die again of the shame of it.

 

[vampiredust]

I was a poet in residence at the London Poetry Festival recently and read my work at each of the four days. It's been ages since I've read and felt good putting it out there. Hope to do more when I have the time.