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for a thing to be, first it must be imagined
to faff - to mess/flap/tinker/fluff/fuck about with, ineffectually
Messy is one of my many middle names.
Messy is one of my many middle names.
UnderYourSpell
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man's need to faff is the reason for sheds and attics, i guess, though neither of my ex's used those, just the whole damned house.
and, through the law of averages, some good things come about from all that faffing, in a purely 'exception to the rule' kind of way *blinks*
thankyou, men, for washing machines, phones, and flushing toilets
(of course, given the opportunities, we'd have invented them so much earlier)
When we first moved here we had a his and hers sheds which rapidly became his and his sheds so we acquired another one to be her shed and yeah that became his shed too ..... I am now fighting a losing battle to keep him out of her greenhouses
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I think that's poem potential.
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I was going to say the pack rat husband but don't want to call him a rat lol maybe a squirrel
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Or it could done as a fable, or whatever the word is; maybe it isn't fable. You know what I mean. A cute little animal tale. And while I hear that poetry tends to frown on the pronoun, I do think this would be an exception. Guess that's the value of rules: exceptions, always exceptions. The fun is in choosing when or where to avoid them or let them seduce.
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as in my Ode to a dung beetle?
EroticOrogeny
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We both are, so keep on having boxes with stuff and such around.
'It could be useful'
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Well I like my stuff too but have nowhere to put it when my sheds get filled up when I'm not looking!
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My son has lots of stuff he keeps too - mostly electronics.
Whne little he just took things apart but now can fix so many things,
Lots of its up in the attick, along with our Christmas and other seasonal decorations
(and a lot of stuff we should drag down and pitch)
Whne little he just took things apart but now can fix so many things,
Lots of its up in the attick, along with our Christmas and other seasonal decorations
(and a lot of stuff we should drag down and pitch)
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Apparently when I was a child and was given a doll the first thing I did was take it's clothes off ...... Freud would have had a field day with me
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ah, the dung beetle ode...
rings a bell, rusted, dusty,
cluttered memory cells jiggle...
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dear vrose,
I extend to you a branch of perpetual gratitude. You remind me that I ought to follow your example and perform more public commentary (but those moods do come around sometimes).
To answer your question about the thicket: I honestly don't remember.. As I've said elsewhere, I'm one of those fellas who periodically clears the submissions list, the reasons being varied, sometimes only for the fresh feeling of starting over. But you know, I often have versions of formerly submitted things on file; if I happen to stumble upon one and its attraction remains, I might tinker/edit on it, and return it. That's where the thicket came from, and again, the initial reason for it escapes my memory. I think it was just another (feeble/failed?) attempt to paint a scene? I enjoy trying those. It still isn't quite right. If I clear the list again, it may indeed reappear someday, hopefully closer to what it wants to be.
Again, I do so appreciate you and your gifts.
I extend to you a branch of perpetual gratitude. You remind me that I ought to follow your example and perform more public commentary (but those moods do come around sometimes).
To answer your question about the thicket: I honestly don't remember.
. As I've said elsewhere, I'm one of those fellas who periodically clears the submissions list, the reasons being varied, sometimes only for the fresh feeling of starting over. But you know, I often have versions of formerly submitted things on file; if I happen to stumble upon one and its attraction remains, I might tinker/edit on it, and return it. That's where the thicket came from, and again, the initial reason for it escapes my memory. I think it was just another (feeble/failed?) attempt to paint a scene? I enjoy trying those. It still isn't quite right. If I clear the list again, it may indeed reappear someday, hopefully closer to what it wants to be. Again, I do so appreciate you and your gifts.
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hey, guys..
I wanted you to know that even though I don't come onto the Lit site much any more, I still read the email notifications that I get from this thread. You guys are a true ray of sunshine in my world.
I've been a bit stressed lately, cuz in 8 months, I will lose a good chunk of my income ($700/month) which is more than I get for SSDI.. So, I've been focused on furthering my projects that produce income (as in, not Lit. lol). I gotta remind myself to breathe. At least, I am beginning preparation now. My goal is to build my monthly income so that I can get off SSDI.
As far as your winning lottery ticket, hmmnmmish.. I would argue that OBEY very much applies. All of us artistic types are in a position to obey our talent. Sometimes, I feel like almost a slave to it.. yet, that's when I'm happiest and most proud. You know what I mean?
I wanted you to know that even though I don't come onto the Lit site much any more, I still read the email notifications that I get from this thread. You guys are a true ray of sunshine in my world.
I've been a bit stressed lately, cuz in 8 months, I will lose a good chunk of my income ($700/month) which is more than I get for SSDI.. So, I've been focused on furthering my projects that produce income (as in, not Lit. lol). I gotta remind myself to breathe. At least, I am beginning preparation now. My goal is to build my monthly income so that I can get off SSDI.
As far as your winning lottery ticket, hmmnmmish.. I would argue that OBEY very much applies. All of us artistic types are in a position to obey our talent. Sometimes, I feel like almost a slave to it.. yet, that's when I'm happiest and most proud. You know what I mean?
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Welcome back! I hope your holidays were happy and that you can get enough income to keep comfortable.
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A pleasure as always... I'm sure you'll figure it all out, and you will shine.
And you're probably right about the obedience. Just one of those disciplines offers plenty to keep one's self busy enough so things are not done that the one knows should not be done, nor eyes pointed where they ought be not trained, like letting them read words in threads that they know they are allergic to... especially when what they are discussing has nothing to do with the one who knows better than to look...
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and speaking of suspiciously tight ships... it all makes perfect sense now.
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you are sorely missed by me and us all in here I think
Have you been pottering around in a very anal thread?
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You mean the one that features Herman & the Anuses?
Yes I confess a smidgen of awareness of the discussion to which you point.
But the 'tight ships' reference was not got from the Herman & the Anuses debate, but obtained it was from a slightly distant region I seldom enter anymore but dared enter it anyway. Fortunately the damage was negligible. Though it seems the benefits from the big city road trip have worn off, for I am beginning to allow my mind to assign greater import to Lit than is warranted. On the other hand we are in winter's firm grasp. Not much snow, and the midday sky often clear and blue, but dang cold.
Just to report back on different story schemes I've tried. This story where I just threw in poems got rated well, but there wasn't much sex in it so it didn't get that many reads. I think people genuinely like the story better because of the quality poems. I'm not sure why some stories get a zillion hits and some don't, because as far as I know there's no way for other people to tell whether this story is good and that story is bad on the new stories page, aside from the initial voting.
After discussing things with Scouries for a day or two, I wanted to see if I could get a free H and a zillion reads, cuz I got some of mine knocked down recently. So I posted a really standard incest story, my first. I'm assuming what people say about the category is true, just follow a formula and people will read your story. If this goes well, I'm gonna write another one where I put poems throughout the story. I don't know that Bflagsst will let me put his poems in an incest story though, maybe I'll write some new ones.
After discussing things with Scouries for a day or two, I wanted to see if I could get a free H and a zillion reads, cuz I got some of mine knocked down recently. So I posted a really standard incest story, my first. I'm assuming what people say about the category is true, just follow a formula and people will read your story. If this goes well, I'm gonna write another one where I put poems throughout the story. I don't know that Bflagsst will let me put his poems in an incest story though, maybe I'll write some new ones.
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'preciate the reportage.
I've had some thoughts zigging and zagging for a few days. But I'm just getting going. Coffee and stuff. Maybe later. They're unorganized at the moment. Back in a bit.
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Still lost. No idea which way to go.
Maybe this for now: The word importance keeps coming back. I think it's not a bad thing to occasionally examine what one is doing. Ask oneself if it is really important. Compared to what? And then ask if it should be as important as it's been allowed or been encouraged to become.
I learned this not long ago. I attended an online poetry workshop. The vibe was comfortable and I hope to attend more. There was one who had a very long piece. After the reading of it, began the discussion. The one who composed the work didn't appear very open to changing it much; thereupon was raised the question of why the work was brought to the workshop and read, if there was little if any intention of improving it, or taking suggestions from others on how to improve it, because the idea of the workshop was to work on something that one hoped to get driven towards some form of real world publication.
That experience stayed with me and made me think and examine. What I came up with was that if I wanted to really get serious about real world publication, I'd have to choose something that I found important. Important enough to sweat over at the expense of the others. I asked myself what I really had to say that I thought was that important. And I realized I didn't have anything that important to say.
Which brings up the next question: what is important? That's one I'm still working on.
Freedom to fuck around might be up there. Freedom to tinker. Try this, try that... simply for its sake. Not necessarily communication. That's what I hear a lot: writing is communication. I'm not sure I agree with that. Certainly it can be, and often is, but I don't think it necessarily always must be.
The internet being all about communication... it begins to make sense. And when it begins to make sense, there is the better chance to decide what is important and what might be interesting, and how much thought space one will give it. Lit's little red H, for instance. Now, some folks wear the little red H well. Great. Really. They find their thing and they flourish. But maybe for others, the little red H or the striving for it, just isn't a very comfortable fit. That's something each must find out for themselves. Hopefully they find it before, unlike me, they allow Lit to become more important that it might ought.
Maybe this for now: The word importance keeps coming back. I think it's not a bad thing to occasionally examine what one is doing. Ask oneself if it is really important. Compared to what? And then ask if it should be as important as it's been allowed or been encouraged to become.
I learned this not long ago. I attended an online poetry workshop. The vibe was comfortable and I hope to attend more. There was one who had a very long piece. After the reading of it, began the discussion. The one who composed the work didn't appear very open to changing it much; thereupon was raised the question of why the work was brought to the workshop and read, if there was little if any intention of improving it, or taking suggestions from others on how to improve it, because the idea of the workshop was to work on something that one hoped to get driven towards some form of real world publication.
That experience stayed with me and made me think and examine. What I came up with was that if I wanted to really get serious about real world publication, I'd have to choose something that I found important. Important enough to sweat over at the expense of the others. I asked myself what I really had to say that I thought was that important. And I realized I didn't have anything that important to say.
Which brings up the next question: what is important? That's one I'm still working on.
Freedom to fuck around might be up there. Freedom to tinker. Try this, try that... simply for its sake. Not necessarily communication. That's what I hear a lot: writing is communication. I'm not sure I agree with that. Certainly it can be, and often is, but I don't think it necessarily always must be.
The internet being all about communication... it begins to make sense. And when it begins to make sense, there is the better chance to decide what is important and what might be interesting, and how much thought space one will give it. Lit's little red H, for instance. Now, some folks wear the little red H well. Great. Really. They find their thing and they flourish. But maybe for others, the little red H or the striving for it, just isn't a very comfortable fit. That's something each must find out for themselves. Hopefully they find it before, unlike me, they allow Lit to become more important that it might ought.
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I guess having access to all possible continuums and having at least workable ability to implement whatever is called for, or seems to be called for, would be pretty important. Deciding subsequents. Like, I remember a long time ago, while in the grips of despondency, my wife asked me if what I wrote had to be erotica. If writing erotica was all that much more important than other writings. Well of course not. But I suppose it'd be handy to know I could access it if something called for it. Same with poetry; poems not necessarily being ends, but having passable facility, for potential incorporation. Or an amusement park? Hm. yeah, that might be it. Build an amusement park with words. Yeah, see now my insides get excited. The erotic would not be the encompassing theme, however various sectors could certainly be. That's it. Rides of all kinds and funhouses, haunted houses, sex houses, of all kinds, and mazes of all kinds and good-tasting goodies of all kinds... nothing too important, but when the visitors depart they're laughing and they're happier than when they came in. Maybe they pass along that cheer. Hm. Feels like a breakthrough.
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Scurrs is my buddy. Incest stories definitely get the most reads. I wrote one a couple weeks ago- Stephanie's Lesson from Daddy. My readers tend to like my Dad Teaches Daughter a Lesson that I wrote a few years ago. It still gets favorited. However, this most recent story did not do quite as well. The story is different, but similar. The recent story scored around 4.14- not enough for an H. But, that doesn't bother me.
I think my highest scored story is my Vegas Road Trip story (exhibitionism), but I'm not sure without looking. Now, I did write an anal story according to the formula for that category, and pretty much got nailed for it. People criticized it for being formulaic, but hey, I'm an anal virgin, so I didn't have much choice. lol
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Welcome back! I hope your holidays were happy and that you can get enough income to keep comfortable.
I'm not sure what it's like to be comfortable, much less keep comfortable. LOL
I had to make an emergency run to Walmart today. The only working drain in my house (the bathtub) has been draining super slow. LOL So, I got some drain cleaner stuff. Anyway, while my aunt, who gave me a ride to the store, was shopping, I noticed children's modeling clay for 97 cents. My boys love that stuff, so I got one for each of them. They are going to be so happy. I consider myself very blessed. My kids are incredible. I know, everyone says that about their kids. I couldn't get them Christmas presents for the last 2 years, but it takes so little to make them happy. My baby bear (my youngest son) always tells me that I don't need to buy him anything and when he gets money from my mom, he tries to give it to me. Of course, I make him keep his money. They are really sweet kids.
My bf says he will make this up to them when he gets home. As for my upcoming loss of income, I can only hope he'll be back by then. It's really not a matter of being comfortable or not- it's a matter of being homeless or not. My house may have terrible issues such as no working kitchen, broken windows, and a dwindling number of working outlets, but it's a home. LOL
I just gotta keep faith that as long as I keep working as much as I can, I'll be okay.
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Few are the gastronomic joys that go down as sweet and smooth as tipping back a gaudily bejeweled goblet from which flow creamy streams of vindication. It is definitely cause for a celebratory reversion to the sinful ways of yore. And just in time for 2010, which I hereby do dub to be the Year of the Great Purple Amusement Park. Fuck yeah.