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Tasty yummies for rolling and shaking and sucking. Nice thoughts. Thanks.
 
By the way, dear NZ Sweet One, a moment in idle allowed a fragrance to tantalize me and when I followed my sensitive sniffer, found the fragrant source in the 30 in 30. I'll admit, having much maintenance and upkeep here, as well as the joys of life in the world away from a personal computer screen, I'd not cast many ganders into poetic activity beyond these limited boundaries. I will also confess that I did not bend my mind to take in each and every of the poetic words you have planted in that 30/30; more so, I sniffed and reached a shy hand in there, and touched and fondled, dared a stray lick or two. But it took only that little bit of contact to find great attraction to what you're putting in that 30/30.

I think some stuff is just recognizable or of the same spirit or something... you know? Maybe not to the same soul all the time. But when that soul is ripe and ready and they happen to become aware of such sumptuousness - a sort of quiet but very alive sumptuousness - like what I touched in the 30/30, there's just a match.

Anyway, before I went to bed last night I checked for New Poems, because sometimes they do appear in what is in this time zone, late in the night. There were two. Only two. I then postponed retirement for a little while, and checked again: they were gone. Zero. Now this morning, at last check, I count five.

I shall check back later and see if more have appeared. I let them down last week. They might distrust today. I must go in humility and only hope to regain their invaluable trust.

shebedobop!
 
noonish in this time zone and still a mere five New Poems. All five read good to my mind at the time(s) I read them. A couple surprises, which I will elaborate better when I assume a poetic posture in the O-fficial Review Chair, later today, when distractions will be most minimal.
 
Sadean said:
que cosa fuera, a lyric taken from a song by Cuban poet-singer Silvio Rodriguez called "La Maza" (the mallet) the poem overall is about Cuba, the changing attitudes and my personal feelings towards the island and the people who still cling to the old ways, even though a younger group of people - perhaps rightly so - are calling for change.

one of the mystical, beautiful things about Cuba is the sense that I get of being trapped in time. my desire to go back to Havana and immerse myself in the culture once again is what inspired this poem (the freezing cold weather helped a little too! lol)
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Ah! Cuba! Didn't think of Cuba. But now I know. And see what gifts come when ignorance be honestly confessed.


Had an idea this morning... gonna go give 'er a try. Sometime today. Gets them little flurries zinging to and fro. You know, that fluttery flurry feeling. Lovely. So lovely. Like, inner miniature cums, except... well you know. Like! Ha! Something entered the system and set off a response, which I am not conscious of, and may or may not become conscious of. But it should be used for some benefit. That's the feeling. A very good if strange one.
 
Those of us born with the Nice Guy Curse also got a sharable perk or two. Shhh...
 
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Didn't get to the Idea. The desire was but the groove appeared not. Maybe not try so hard or worry about trying so hard. Worrying and trying: bad habits, worry more bad than try. Try not so bad. But not try hard. Relax and let be what be and sup moments. See what the little shop workers come up with. Quit messing with their tables, looking over their shoulders, distrusting them. Yeah. Now go ye and be a dream.
 
Today. Must do it today. The Idea. Excited. No shame saying it. Those little seminal somersaults starting up already. Oh...
 
Well the Idea is somewhat orgasmic, so that would fit. Because it entails connecting points, or going from one point to another seeming unrelated point, and yet trying to make a whole of the entirety. Just for exercise/experimental sake. Still didn't get to it. It's one of those thrilling adventures to sit and think about, but to really get down in there and do it... especially if it's something new, and strange.
 
I'm a guy. We don't get many waves, unfortunately. But I like to read about them...
 
Dang it! It's tough. The Idea. Meanwhile had another, a little more possible, but still difficult, because you get in the habit of pointing libido energies at the same familiar aim, and when you attempt sudden shift, there is violent resistance. The bitch of self-editing reaches in and scribbles on your face. It's tough. And then somebody starts yakking on the phone...
 
very healthy reality
everyone should have the opportunity
for a daily dose of silence.

grab it with both hands, and enjoy
:rose:
 
Wouldn't it be marvelous if we could each live as two people? One enjoying matrimony and the other enjoying bachelorhood? And we could switch on or off which life we were conscious of? Someone should do some research. So many people could be made happier.

Or do I smell Story Idea?

Someone should definitely do that.
 
Well the Idea was to take like, two random stanzas and set them apart from each other. Like one somewhat below the top of the page, so to allow for a couple paragraphs. Then set the other stanza lower. And write prose-type of wordage before and between the stanzas, but somehow find commonality so it creates a somewhat cohesive scene or picture or even a small story. I bet you could spring a few interesting creatures on the earth doing that.
 
The Other had to do with poetry/prose intentionally designed to create a struggle between the reader and the words being read. Like, sucker 'em in with some easy to nibble sentences or lines, but then have some bad ones, or almost bad, almost bad enough to send the reader away, but not quite. Have it so the reader keeps trying to stop and continues to go between surrendering and giving themselves, and then trying to free themselves. Another tough one to realize. But I think it's a bit more approachable than the first one. Someday. By golly. Just one good one that does that. That will be the pinnacle.
 
4 years. December 16, 2004 I signed up and submitted a short sample. I really had no intention to be here or even be involved in any forum worlds. Well the very first comment that came back was, 'this is not erotic' and that started it, because the main reason I did it was just to see: I've always enjoyed messing around with written expression, and off and on would wonder about writing something that would create sexual excitement in other people, strangers no less. Well naturally after that very first response I kinda freaked. Went and sought help. That produced some good but some confusions too, because I think I allowed too many well-intentioned voices to clutter up too much. If I look at some of my pre-Lit scribbles, I can see where many of the real writers around here would just have a fine time marking up all the problems they found. But, in some ways it was more honest or something.

In the last four years I really feel some despondence that I sacrificed a voice quality at the expense of seeking to learn more conventional ways to do it. If I could do it all over, I would ignore that first comment on my first submission. Wouldn't have gone and asked for help. That was a mistake. Big mistake. Still paying for it. But we can't go back. Can only go forward.

But the meeting of some wonderful minds has been worth it too.

So... good and bad. As life is and must be. As it must.
 
This question popped into my head a few minutes ago: If you had not joined Lit would you still be doing the same thing, for the sheer personal enjoyment?
I think so. And would be worrying far less whether it might meet the approval of those who would look at what I might present. And that's another, another question: why? Why are you doing this? Here? Have you been bettered? Have others been bettered? Changed? Maybe. If so, hopefully not to their or my detriment. If I'd not signed up here and presented fiction attempts and poetic blabs...? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd still do it on my own time for my own personal enjoyment. But then, what always happens, is you come up with something that seems okay or even exciting. And what do you want to do? Share it. Show it. To somebody. But maybe that's the mistake. Maybe that's the urge that ought to be resisted. I'd probably still write, but would go out more with my old film camera. Would worry less, far less, about too many things. Realizing you're a hypocrite of the highest order. Or too idealistic. Or both. If one could somehow temporarily become unaware that Lit exists, and then go and write a poem or story or two... do it without trying to consciously appeal to a perceived readership... that'd be the way to do it. But there's idealism talking again. Hey don't mind me... just... well, using the opportunity for personal expression, that Lit allows. Ha.
 
If you (or I) had never joined I would never have 'met' you so thankyou my friend for doing that and Happy Anniversary :kiss: :heart: :rose:
 
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