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[Angeline]

I've just bought three from a charity shop ...... I'm reading one now 'How to murder your husband'!

Lol! Does Ron know you're reading it?

I just finished this novel, Crazy Ladies, which I really liked, love the way the author writes. So I got two more of her novels, a novel by Bebe Moore Campbell (another author I like), a novel by Rohinton Mistry that I've been wanting to read, the latest novel from John Irving, and a cookbook by Alton Brown. And the last three books are hardbacks in great condition. For $25. I'm all excited thinking about getting them.

 

[hmmnmm]

You should read my only story here. Maybe you'll want to comment. Lord knows, don't read it for the porn value because I write lousy porn (The_Fool, feel free to disagree lol). Why do I write lousy porn? I've realized that every erotic story I've tried to write, I'm always much more interested in the literary elements than anything else. Anyway I'd rather have sex than write about it. And writing porn is not an erotic experience. Writing poetry sort of is in a sensory overload kind of way, but prose? Meh. But read my story--or wait till autumn. I wrote it for a Halloween contest here. It lost.

Hey but speaking of literary value, I just bought a whole bunch of books from Alibris. God I love that site. It's like buying books from the Good Will store except I can pick exactly what I want. So I spent 10 bucks on books and 15 on shipping. Heh. Autumn coming makes me want to read lots and lots. I guess I never got over back to school syndrome...

You hit on what it's taken me about a year to say.

I'd like to suggest a new category:
Poets Try To Write Prose
or
Stories by Poets
etc
That would immediately alert the unawares reader that what they are about to read may not read like what they expect a typical 'story' to read. And if they come to parts they have trouble understanding they won't have to feel bad, because it won't necessarily be a cognitive deficiency. Could just be a many-fingered metaphor that they should just enjoy without trying to logically understand.

Like I said about fifty times here and there: I wasn't exactly or so specifically attracted to poetry, but the compliments-criticisms that tended to assail my prose/'story' embarkations always seemed to point to poetry, like I was already kinda doing poetry without really knowing much about poetry; not that it was good poetry, because it was trying to be prose, but... yeah, that's that story.

 

[Angeline]

You hit on what it's taken me about a year to say.

I'd like to suggest a new category:
Poets Try To Write Prose
or
Stories by Poets
etc
That would immediately alert the unawares reader that what they are about to read may not read like what they expect a typical 'story' to read. And if they come to parts they have trouble understanding they won't have to feel bad, because it won't necessarily be a cognitive deficiency. Could just be a many-fingered metaphor that they should just enjoy without trying to logically understand.

Like I said about fifty times here and there: I wasn't exactly or so specifically attracted to poetry, but the compliments-criticisms that tended to assail my prose/'story' embarkations always seemed to point to poetry, like I was already kinda doing poetry without really knowing much about poetry; not that it was good poetry, because it was trying to be prose, but... yeah, that's that story.

However you found your way to writing poetry I'm glad you did because you're really good at it. And now that I know you, I can see from just reading your posts that poetry is the most natural way for you to express yourself. It just seems to be the way you think, imo.

I've written a handful of short stories, mainly because I wanted to see if I could. Prose is a lot of work, so is poetry I guess but it interests me way more. The only other genre that really excites me (in terms of writing it) is drama. I think it's thrilling to see one's words performed.

ETA: When my story was first posted here, a number of people who read it told me they could tell they were reading something by a poet. That made me really happy.

 

[hmmnmm]

It's one of the reasons I really like you. I like underdogs.

The access you have to whatever graphics deity you call on... it's amazing.



...Someone once called me a human kindness litmus test.

 

[Angeline]

The access you have to whatever graphics deity you call on... it's amazing.



...Someone once called me a human kindness litmus test.

It's only Google images.

And yes, I can see that.

 

[hmmnmm]

However you found your way to writing poetry I'm glad you did because you're really good at it. And now that I know you, I can see from just reading your posts that poetry is the most natural way for you to express yourself. It just seems to be the way you think, imo.

I've written a handful of short stories, mainly because I wanted to see if I could. Prose is a lot of work, so is poetry I guess but it interests me way more. The only other genre that really excites me (in terms of writing it) is drama. I think it's thrilling to see one's words performed.

ETA: When my story was first posted here, a number of people who read it told me they could tell they were reading something by a poet. That made me really happy.

And about what I said about finding prose on here that I happen to like but often are low-scored... if I look at their list I often find they are poets (too).


See, when they talk about writing a successful or accomplished story, they say to weed out any and everything that does not advance or drive it; but that's what I find interesting. Those little dips and bends and tangents... and you're not supposed to play with the narrator's voice, but I find that tons of fun. I like doing all the things you're not supposed to do. But poetry seems to be where one can feel free to cut loose.

 

[hmmnmm]

It's only Google images.

And yes, I can see that.

Oh people get angry sometimes, sure, but it's near humanly impossible for anyone to stay so for very long.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Lol! Does Ron know you're reading it?

I just finished this novel, Crazy Ladies, which I really liked, love the way the author writes. So I got two more of her novels, a novel by Bebe Moore Campbell (another author I like), a novel by Rohinton Mistry that I've been wanting to read, the latest novel from John Irving, and a cookbook by Alton Brown. And the last three books are hardbacks in great condition. For $25. I'm all excited thinking about getting them.

If your ears start burning it will be Ron muttering about books taking over the house! He's not a great book reader although if I leave anything around with short stories or articles he will read it

Oh people get angry sometimes, sure, but it's near humanly impossible for anyone to stay so for very long.

What does anger turn into after it stops? Resentment maybe

 

[hmmnmm]

Eluding the clutches of conventional employment?
Won't say.
Maybe.
But they shouldn't.
Sweat and sorrows were otherwise exacted.
No real regrets.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Has anyone got a good rhyme for 'words' besides thirds, birds,curds,girds,herds,nerds ....... the first person who says a rude word beginning with T gets a poke in the nose

 

[hmmnmm]

absurds
flirds

 

[hmmnmm]

perverds

 

[bluerains]

humm

nerd comes to mind: without S cattail:
bluebird..ah..such a simple fight

 

[hmmnmm]

Actually, many many many poems I put on here came from yanking out a random paragraph from a prose work that was never finished or it failed as story here; just played around with the paragraph, sometimes went through drastic changes, other times just broke it into a few lines, touched up the punctuations and such... they became like mini-poem-stories. Little snacks. I think they came out pretty decent and they were fun. Quite fun. Maybe that's the way to go. Maybe the mistake was in thinking they were stories, when really they were pods of poems within half-tilled fields of paragraphs. I think that's something I could do and happily. So I will. Immediately.

 

[bluerains]

humm

Actually, many many many poems I put on here came from yanking out a random paragraph from a prose work that was never finished or it failed as story here; just played around with the paragraph, sometimes went through drastic changes, other times just broke it into a few lines, touched up the punctuations and such... they became like mini-poem-stories. Little snacks. I think they came out pretty decent and they were fun. Quite fun. Maybe that's the way to go. Maybe the mistake was in thinking they were stories, when really they were pods of poems within half-tilled fields of paragraphs. I think that's something I could do and happily. So I will. Immediately.

pods poem paragrahs...I like
create me a dream

 

[hmmnmm]

nerd comes to mind: without S cattail:
bluebird..ah..such a simple fight

it appears she needs the S

 

[bluerains]

it appears she needs the S

S says...omg..simon says

 

[hmmnmm]

fr'instance

yanked this:

The gratuitous events and the circuitous harvests that so glorified violence commenced within one of the regional mountain county’s great kitchens; it originated from on high, the it being the force that so destructively dealt mayhem that so absolutely deluged the great linoleum field that landscaped the great kitchen.

And did this:

Violence
gratuitous
offense
circuitous
harvest commencement
in one great kitchen

mayhem,
origin heavens
swept the linoleum
field rained bristles,
pulverized
miniature commune of mites

one rebel
mite fled
into furry haven,
a slumbering tabby;
tuna breath smacker
yawn
whisker twitch


(????????????)
stuff like that

 

[bluerains]

such

yanked this:

The gratuitous events and the circuitous harvests that so glorified violence commenced within one of the regional mountain county’s great kitchens; it originated from on high, the it being the force that so destructively dealt mayhem that so absolutely deluged the great linoleum field that landscaped the great kitchen.

And did this:

Violence
gratuitous
offense
circuitous
harvest commencement
in one great kitchen

mayhem,
origin heavens
swept the linoleum
field rained bristles,
pulverized
miniature commune of mites

one rebel
mite fled
into furry haven,
a slumbering tabby;
tuna breath smacker
yawn
whisker twitch


(????????????)
stuff like that

angel twisted

 

[hmmnmm]

angel twisted

it is settled then
ty

 

[hmmnmm]

and/?/or?

Violence
gratuitous
offense
circuitous
harvest commencement
in one great kitchen

insignificantly,
the linoleum
color scheme
happened to be a lighter
side of the black and white
continuum,
floral blossoms, spring green
lilac stem and leaf, a carefree
hand haphazardly sprinkled;

But the linoleum steppe seems reportage worthy.

The layout of this particular linoleum field featured a widespread expanse, because the kitchen being not a simple kitchen but a great kitchen, as many of this county’s kitchens were among the more important rooms of the particular residential structure,

as were all the kitchens of the county, since the natives of this county were passionate about cooking and eating, though what they cooked and ate seldom ventured off the scale of the known, and none refused cooked animal flesh, especially well-seasoned or charbroiled animal flesh,

except flesh from the seas were seldom featured, at least flesh that was not fish, being they were more likely eaters of bass and cod than shrimps and scallops and clams, but the occasional freshwater mussel was fine.

The great linoleum steppe would play a prominent role in the survival of one of this event’s featured historical figures.

mayhem,
origin heavens
swept the linoleum steppe
broom bristles
rained
pulverized
miniature commune of mites

one rebel
mite fled into
a fur haven,
slumbering tabby;
whisker twitch
sea chicken yawn

 

[hmmnmm]

Or...? Hey this is fun

Optics nestled at such an elevated perch could, with only a tenuous suspension of belief, be considered free of potential dispute. Free-range agents, their shoes off, propped on wide branches, legroom no issue for them; lulled by the easy ability to handily abduct wandering pods signed with forged evidence of objectivity.

Or not really pods, but creatures bobbing and weaving like Taiwanese trinkets dressed in tantalizing skimpiness. Or a dog coming out of the operating room, yet drunk on anesthesia. And rather, not so much abduction as adoption. Of objectivity.

-------------------------------------------------

nest optics,
perch elevator
tenuous belief
free of dispute.

Free-range
agent shoes
off, propped
on wide branches,
legroom no issue;
lull
pod abduct
evident abject
signature forgery

Or not pod,
but creature
bobbing
weaving
tantalizing
Taiwanese
skimpy trinket

dog out of
the operating room,
drunk
on anesthesia

not so much abduction
as adoption. Of objectivity.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

LMAO

I was just laughing while imagining the reactions of porn readers to a story that spent more than 3 words describing the linoleum. You'd have some LIVID porn readers on your hands. LOL

Tangents are fun. They can add life to a piece, especially descriptive ones. But, they have no place in porn.

I can see it now.. in the immortal words of Grant on Ghost Hunters.. "What the frig?" followed by a generous serving of 1-bombs! Yet, shit, your piece could be publisher worthy. I think you need to find a better outlet for your prose...

Go. Do.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't think I have ever seen a lino poem before

 

[hmmnmm]

LMAO

I was just laughing while imagining the reactions of porn readers to a story that spent more than 3 words describing the linoleum. You'd have some LIVID porn readers on your hands. LOL

Tangents are fun. They can add life to a piece, especially descriptive ones. But, they have no place in porn.

I can see it now.. in the immortal words of Grant on Ghost Hunters.. "What the frig?" followed by a generous serving of 1-bombs! Yet, shit, your piece could be publisher worthy. I think you need to find a better outlet for your prose...

Go. Do.

Well I think I understand a little more. So... even if say five or seven thousand words later, there started up a scene of incredible eroticism... like if bodies squirmed together on the linoleum floor and body fluids smeared over the lilac blossoms... you couldn't have both the linoleum floor setting and the erotic act within one work, or you could but you'd pay in 1's and boos? you'd have to either cut the lengthy setting descriptives so to drive more directly to the sex or cut the sex in favor of the epic battle scene between the broom and the dust mites? Or dice them all up into poems? What's a poor feller to do? The latest Writer's Market I have is 2005. Once in a while I thumb through it but can't seem to find much. 2005 is probably outdated by now...