Tihmmnmmish's Very Laid-Back Summery Poolside Threadcast

[LadynStFreknBed]

Hmmnmm, you've bound yourself to this thread, you might feel bad if you disappear and people are on your thread looking for your guidance. Bijou has abandoned the folks on her thread, sometimes I hear their cries bleeding thru...

not really.. most who were close to bj talk to her elsewhere.

 

[hmmnmm]

Right here is a very clear expression, it resembles a poem. It's why I'm interested in how you'd go about writing a poem that appeals to someone who doesn't write poems.

Again, if the expression in any way comes across with any significant clarity I have to give credit to getting out and away from this world, even if for the four or five hours that it was. This is a cool world. A lot to learn. A lot to do. But I'm the sort who, if not careful, can allow it to spread out and gobble up the other worlds, where I once spent a lot of good time in, and again, where the clear and clever lines just started to come out, and like they were actual beings or parts of beings, and the world of language becomes exciting, like sex, like it should be. Now, maybe there's others who do not tend to latch or get caught up in these worlds that are not bad worlds, but if the others suffer at the expense of these... then once in a while you wake up, get out, go out for a long drive and walk a quiet road, secluded within walls of tall and aged pines, and you can hear the river near, wonder how you'd describe it, but being away from the keys you can't get on it, you're left with only the sensation itself, which is a world too much neglected, and finally has a chance to begin growth and gain strength to return to its rightfully royal seat.

Just wanna have a good time.

 

[Epmd607]

Again, if the expression in any way comes across with any significant clarity I have to give credit to getting out and away from this world, even if for the four or five hours that it was. This is a cool world. A lot to learn. A lot to do. But I'm the sort who, if not careful, can allow it to spread out and gobble up the other worlds, where I once spent a lot of good time in, and again, where the clear and clever lines just started to come out, and like they were actual beings or parts of beings, and the world of language becomes exciting, like sex, like it should be. Now, maybe there's others who do not tend to latch or get caught up in these worlds that are not bad worlds, but if the others suffer at the expense of these... then once in a while you wake up, get out, go out for a long drive and walk a quiet road, secluded within walls of tall and aged pines, and you can hear the river near, wonder how you'd describe it, but being away from the keys you can't get on it, you're left with only the sensation itself, which is a world too much neglected, and finally has a chance to begin growth and gain strength to return to its rightfully royal seat.

Just wanna have a good time.

I've thought for a while about what happens to the men on this message board. When I first started posting here a few summers ago it was all the same females that are around now, all different men. It's less active now, but it doesn't really explain the turnover of men. Maybe men aren't suited as well as women for this environment - whatever this environment is, I can't quite define. I've gone off and come back a few times for similar reasons you're expressing.

 

[hmmnmm]

I've thought for a while about what happens to the men on this message board. When I first started posting here a few summers ago it was all the same females that are around now, all different men. It's less active now, but it doesn't really explain the turnover of men. Maybe men aren't suited as well as women for this environment - whatever this environment is, I can't quite define. I've gone off and come back a few times for similar reasons you're expressing.

I didn't think about the gender aspect. You might be on to something there.

The thought that hit a few minutes ago (and this is why it's hard to back away for very long, always some new thought and a ready space to tell it), danced with the idea that for every hour of writing/interneting/poeming, etc, there should be, like, eight hours of Out There-Away from the Computer-Experience-Sensation-Senses-Exploration, etc. Or something like that. Or some of us would be better off with that sort of schedule. If I'm not careful I'll end up doing the opposite. Which is where some of the muddiness comes from probably. You think you should be thinking of something to say/write, so it's too forced, etc... and maybe, after four or six or eighth hours Out there gathering, you can just come back in and plop it down without too much hassle. Because you were already writing without writing.

Of course, I haven't gotten Out There yet today.
And it'll show in due time, probably not much time. Like now...

 

[hmmnmm]

Then sometimes a flash of panic strikes. You stop and realize that you don't really know these people you're discoursing with. You don't really know these who you seem to hit it off with. Or those you don't hit it off with. What if the ones you click with online and the ones you didn't were switched around in a real life situation? If someone says something that you want to respond to, you lose the valuable effect of reply processing, which is as important as the reply itself. You have to have your thoughts already set in some readable condition. And let's not even start on the idea that the same Unknown principle applies to exposing your work for the critical benefit of total strangers, who could be coming from any of thousands of perspectives. You know, sometimes what sounds like a smack on the nose could really be meant as a good-hearted jab in the ribs. So sometimes instead of laughing and jabbing them in the ribs you punch them in the nose and they don't know why, tell everybody what an asshole you are...

Most of the time it's no big deal. But once in a great while the reality shines a big bright light in the eyes and yes, it can be a bit unnerving. Part of you wants to retreat, while another part is knee deep in the sticky pit.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've been to online meets quite a few times and some of the people I finally met were a great shock to the system! I had 'talked' to them in a chatroom for years seen their pictures even spoken on the phone to some but still the actual meeting wasn't quite what I imagined. I suspect it would be the same here plus you've all got funny accents! Don't forget my one and only story though ........ we have met before Hmmnmmish .... intimately lol

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I didn't think about the gender aspect. You might be on to something there.

The thought that hit a few minutes ago (and this is why it's hard to back away for very long, always some new thought and a ready space to tell it), danced with the idea that for every hour of writing/interneting/poeming, etc, there should be, like, eight hours of Out There-Away from the Computer-Experience-Sensation-Senses-Exploration, etc. Or something like that. Or some of us would be better off with that sort of schedule. If I'm not careful I'll end up doing the opposite. Which is where some of the muddiness comes from probably. You think you should be thinking of something to say/write, so it's too forced, etc... and maybe, after four or six or eighth hours Out there gathering, you can just come back in and plop it down without too much hassle. Because you were already writing without writing.

Of course, I haven't gotten Out There yet today.
And it'll show in due time, probably not much time. Like now...

I likely also fall into the category of too much time in front of the computer.
There's my job, developing programs on them, and then visits to the lit poetry fora. When developing either a poem or software I'm often working with pencil and paper; coming back to the computer to complete it. A bit more involved with the software, since it has to run on the computer, while the poem just reaches is final form in a file.

I'll be on vacation next week - no computers !
And more likely to come home with poetry sketches than program ideas.

Meanwhile, I'll just be in front of the computer or taking care of the many (too many) animals we have, along with routine chores.

And its supposed to be much cooler there than here (today was horrible - near 100 if not higher, humid, and no breeze) so being outside will be pleasant - likely have to wait until October here!

 

[hmmnmm]

An idea came. Maybe something to help with minimizing...budgeting... no, not budgeting. Something like that. It will probably fail, like all other ideas. But it's an idea.

Saw something the other night about the making of Animal House. Said the writing of it took 18 drafts and it wasn't until draft #11 that it started to come together. And they were constantly stoned.

 

[wildsweetone]

so, you're going to get stoned, or you're going to write the same thing 18 times?

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

i'm in.
puff puff pass...

 

[hmmnmm]

so, you're going to get stoned, or you're going to write the same thing 18 times?

Neither.


Just gonna go to bed.

Tomorrow consider the virtues of discipline.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I likely also fall into the category of too much time in front of the computer.
There's my job, developing programs on them, and then visits to the lit poetry fora. When developing either a poem or software I'm often working with pencil and paper; coming back to the computer to complete it. A bit more involved with the software, since it has to run on the computer, while the poem just reaches is final form in a file.

I'll be on vacation next week - no computers !
And more likely to come home with poetry sketches than program ideas.

Meanwhile, I'll just be in front of the computer or taking care of the many (too many) animals we have, along with routine chores.

And its supposed to be much cooler there than here (today was horrible - near 100 if not higher, humid, and no breeze) so being outside will be pleasant - likely have to wait until October here!

Hope you have a great holiday wherever you are going I will miss having you around. We go on 30th August ..... a Med cruise tickets came today weeeeeee !

 

[bflagsst]

Let the professors and students debate and do the scholarship on why poetry is pretty much dead. Poetry is as it is because it doesn't tell a story, songs don't tell stories either, but they conjure up the feelings poetry once did. Jordan would read your poems if they resembled the Notebook. But that's the fallacy of prose poetry. Prose poetry wants to tell a story in 28 lines, but you can't do anything in 28 lines, and poems over 14 lines are boring, just ask Edgar A. Poe in his "On Poetry" or whatever it was called.

The only purpose of poetry a zillion years ago was as a structure for memorizing stories. In the 18th and 19th century we get the modern age of poetry, short verses meant to illicit feelings of love, hate, just feelings and brief thoughts about things. The sonnets were all in groups or garlands way back when shakespeare and all them were writing short poems. Those groupings were all about one theme and story, not the hodgepodge of Keats to the contemporary books. We say the West bastardized the Haiku, but the Romantics bastardized the Sonnet too.

When I used AIM in high school everyone had lyrics in their profile, when people moved to myspace every other person posted their own little poem along with lyrics to some contemporary pop hit. Verses still speak to people, everyone with a web log has probably posted one of their poems. But the poetry we inherited from the Beats and Sylvia Plath and all that is just unappealing because it only speaks to other poets. I'm talking about the generations that read the Beats and Sylvia Plath, they're writing for Sylvia and for Bukowski, not for the people Bukowski was writing for. I don't know who anyone was writing for back then, I just know now everyone's writing for their teachers and the masters students who run poetry magazines, the profs who oversee publishing awards.

I do get confused when I start thinking about what will appeal to what or whom. It really is a task to try and think seriously about what has happened to poetry since the sixties. The reason I began writing poems was to outwit a professor, years after that it was to write a book of poems that I wanted to read, after that not so clear my intentions. I think I ultimately want to write a book of poems that I would want to read and other poets would want to read, and my wifey will end up reading it just because I wrote it, hopefully.

edit: found that E A Poe essay:

The Poetic Principle IN speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to cite for consideration, some few of those minor English or American poems which best suit my own taste, or which, upon my own fancy, have left the most definite impression. By "minor poems" I mean, of course, poems of little length. And here, in the beginning, permit me to say a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own critical estimate of the poem. I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction in terms. I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only in as much as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient. That degree of excitement which would entitle a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a composition of any great length. After the lapse of half an hour, at the very utmost, it flags -- fails -- a revulsion ensues -- and then the poem is, in effect, and in fact, no longer such.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Hope you have a great holiday wherever you are going I will miss having you around. We go on 30th August ..... a Med cruise tickets came today weeeeeee !

Thanks
My son and I will be going to Chicago, where I grew up. I haven't been there since my mother passed away around 15 years ago, and that was just to the suburbs. Haven't actually been in the city since the 70's, I think. It can be hot and humid there in summer, but they seem to be having a cool summer up there this year.

 

[hmmnmm]

i'm in.
puff puff pass...

damn I wish


But I've just learned a whole heckuva lot, S.

I must say I'm extremely grateful for the general encouragement and acceptance and all that that my poor humble heart has found in and from the poetry side of Lit. Because my prose has just never enjoyed anything near the sympathetic reception that my admittedly sometimes hatched attempts at poetry has or does. Or more specifically, when I try to write fiction. It bombs just about all the time.

But I like to do it. Like to write it. Like both, like it all. When I get complaints they usually involve such things as too much detail, not enough action... that nothing happens. That there's no story, or it doesn't move along. But to me, I'm seeing plenty happen. Maybe on a micro level. Or I'm just not understanding what is meant by making stuff happen. Entirely possible, not understanding. All the same, what I find interesting and try to write or portray in an interesting way (almost never to the optimum level, certainly), is not seen from many readers the same way. I don't think there's a solution, or I'm not sure I'm that interested in using it. It'd be like if I was talking and to my ears I'm shouting but the listener says they can't understand because I'm whispering. Or I think I'm being clear but their ears are hearing stutters.

But here's why I quoted your puff puff: When you're puffin and passin, you know, things sort of slow down... and what might normally be considered a trivial detail can become more important. Right?

So it makes sense. There appears to be no real answer but it makes sense.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I must get my eyes tested I read that as 'puffing and passion'!!

 

[hmmnmm]

So who would be the Dear Abby of Lit?



Dear Abby,

If you're out there, and you happen to see this... I got a slight problem. Or let's not call it a problem, because it isn't really that serious. Let's call it puzzlement. A pesky puzzlement. A persistently pesky puzzlement. Yeah let's call it that.

So, I joined this internet site a while back, because I was curious to see if I could write passable erotica. My presentations were generally greeted with No. So then I found the poetry side of the site and discovered that my leanings might be more poetic than story/prose/fiction, etc... So I explored that world, and I do like the flavors. The poets on the poetic side of the sex story site have been far more welcoming and helpful than the other side. Heck, they even let me have my own thread in which mostly rambling occurs, sometimes poetry is discussed. I am very grateful.

But I still like to write prose/fiction. And sometimes I get excited about it and present my compositions on the story side of the same site. And they still say No.

I just cannot give them what they want. But I still like to do it.

Abby? What should I do?


Peskily befuddled, bemused, and bepuzzled, but viagra-free,

sex literature member

 

[Epmd607]

Lunchtime advice column...not quite. I'm as curious as you about what the other readers at this literotica want to read in the prose portion of the site. I've submitted enough stories that I think I've an idea. As with most amateur porno authors, I think I'm just lazy, post a story when I get bored with it, after the fantasy has left my fantasy world.

I've gotten and lost H's, gotten them back over the months, maybe years? I saw that your stories are all recently submitted, maybe you just need to give it a minute. I'd posit, without having read your stories, you just need to write something dirtier. People just want their dirty nasty porno story to get them off, whether through build-up and character development or via already established taboo. I wanted to write the dirtiest story imaginable, but I usually give up a few pages in. I use up the whole fantasy before I can even write it down.

 

[Epmd607]

The Poetic Principle IN speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to cite for consideration, some few of those minor English or American poems which best suit my own taste, or which, upon my own fancy, have left the most definite impression. By "minor poems" I mean, of course, poems of little length. And here, in the beginning, permit me to say a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own critical estimate of the poem. I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction in terms. I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only in as much as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient. That degree of excitement which would entitle a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a composition of any great length. After the lapse of half an hour, at the very utmost, it flags -- fails -- a revulsion ensues -- and then the poem is, in effect, and in fact, no longer such.

Poe's just talking about epic versus something 10-500 lines long. They had the attention span to read Rime of the Ancient in one after-tea sitting. If he was writing this now he would say you can't write anything that takes more than a minute or two to read.

 

[hmmnmm]

Lunchtime advice column...not quite. I'm as curious as you about what the other readers at this literotica want to read in the prose portion of the site. I've submitted enough stories that I think I've an idea. As with most amateur porno authors, I think I'm just lazy, post a story when I get bored with it, after the fantasy has left my fantasy world.

I've gotten and lost H's, gotten them back over the months, maybe years? I saw that your stories are all recently submitted, maybe you just need to give it a minute. I'd say, without having read your stories, you just need to write something dirtier. People just want their dirty nasty porno story to get them off, whether through build-up and character development or via already established taboo. I wanted to write the dirtiest story imaginable, but I usually give up a few pages in. I use up the whole fantasy before I can even write it down.

Well I'm one of those who puts them up, gets discouraged, sees improvements (always those), takes them down, clears the slate, start over, sometimes new, sometimes old, redone, retouched.

I think I know what they want. It just happens that what I like to do or what I tend to do, is about 180 degrees from what they want. I think they want: This happens, that happens, then that happens... and don't clutter it up. But I like the cluttering (laughing hard here). It's incurable. And it's okay.

I've also had the occasional H, only to watch it disappear.

Sometimes I've put up stuff that bombed and crashed, only to pull it, and return it a year or so later, and it got an H. A fleeting H. But an H. Actually, just remembered, I had one make a top list. Couple years ago. Lasted all of a couple hours. So I know that somewhere somehow sometimes connection has occurred. Usually, as you say, the dirtier, to-the-point action, rather than the wandering cluttery stuff, which I tend to prefer.

Ain't no big deal... I'm laughing loudly as I write this...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I must now find the words to bring to life a poem entitled 'Riding the Tiger' because that's what it felt like!! I do hope that title doesn't have drugs connotations ...... does anyone know?

 

[hmmnmm]

I must now find the words to bring to life a poem entitled 'Riding the Tiger' because that's what it felt like!! I do hope that title doesn't have drugs connotations ...... does anyone know?

Tiger
great word
Tiger

stripes, roars, long tail, jungle

sri lanka?

bengal?

whiskers

 

[hmmnmm]

I like the cluttering... It's incurable.

Or more to the point: I don't see the clutter. But others see it. Or I don't see the big deal problem with the clutter. But others see clutter as a big deal problem. Or whatever I see that I like, they don't.

Maybe just do poetry on Lit and the prose/fiction for personal private kicks. Or modify the prose/fiction into poetry. Smaller pieces. Back to the Funhouse/Maze concept. Which is not necessarily erotic which, if done in prose/'fiction' would absolutely gain no traction on Lit.

Well. If nothing else, it feels good to get it out.
Sometimes some things just is the way they is.

 

[Epmd607]

Or more to the point: I don't see the clutter. But others see it. Or I don't see the big deal problem with the clutter. But others see clutter as a big deal problem. Or whatever I see that I like, they don't.

Maybe just do poetry on Lit and the prose/fiction for personal private kicks. Or modify the prose/fiction into poetry. Smaller pieces. Back to the Funhouse/Maze concept. Which is not necessarily erotic which, if done in prose/'fiction' would absolutely gain no traction on Lit.

Well. If nothing else, it feels good to get it out.
Sometimes some things just is the way they is.

Maybe you should decide why you post stories to this site, it doesn't seem you're clear. I figure I do because I like the idea of people getting off on my words. So when I post a story, I'm writing something I think is erotic, usually an immediate fantasy I'm having, and also writing something I think others will get off on. I'm not really trying to write something memorable, something beyond wanking. And it's not always a wank story either, sometimes I'm trying some Romantic type fantasy...

With poems I try to write something memorable, sensual or what have you. And days after I post something I might realize it's garbage, but I don't bother trying to get it deleted, since I'm not really viewing my effort here as something to be remembered. Throw a whole bunch of poems and stories at the erotic wall and some will stick, the surprises are fun, something people really like that maybe you thought no one would read.

 

[hmmnmm]

Maybe you should decide why you post stories to this site, it doesn't seem you're clear. I figure I do because I like the idea of people getting off on my words. So when I post a story, I'm writing something I think is erotic, usually an immediate fantasy I'm having, and also writing something I think others will get off on. I'm not really trying to write something memorable, something beyond wanking. And it's not always a wank story either, sometimes I'm trying some Romantic type fantasy...

With poems I try to write something memorable, sensual or what have you. And days after I post something I might realize it's garbage, but I don't bother trying to get it deleted, since I'm not really viewing my effort here as something to be remembered. Throw a whole bunch of poems and stories at the erotic wall and some will stick, the surprises are fun, something people really like that maybe you thought no one would read.

You bring up more good thoughts, questions to ponder; you do it a lot.

I guess the reasons change around a lot. Or revolve, or as you say it is or never was real clear...

Now see, what I like to do (across the board) is to just mess around, pick a few words or a feeling or something, and just fuck around. Go think on it. Come back and mess around some more. Then get an idea or several ideas from the messes. Hm. That would be an interesting situation. Put this person in that situation. Build that situation around that person. What would they do? What would I do? Maybe it comes off too much like sketching as it goes along, because there isn't a certain way anything has to go. And I could see how that wouldn't really garner too much sympathy on an internet sex story site. Which doesn't really explain the Why. Guess the motivation would be simple curiosity? Maybe somebody else out there will find what I find interesting? Apparently not many. Or, did my idea the way I saw it come across? Not often.

I admire and somewhat envy your carefree manner about it all. I know there's those who just sling their stuff out and don't look back, don't worry about it. I wish I could do that. But I can't. Don't know why. Just can't.

Well I better get out there or at least spend the afternoon away from this computer screen. It's another beauty. Swear this is the sweetest summer...