Tihmmnmmish's Very Laid-Back Summery Poolside Threadcast

[Angeline]

It's like certain natural and pleasurable tendencies are punished in the world of Stories, and they will always be punished. But in the world of Poetry, those very same tendencies are okay. And that gives some good giddies. Well, off to nurse this arousal. It's on the strong side. Yeah, it's.... uh, what's the word? Eager. Yeah. Eager.

Yes, me too. It's an exciting idea to me. And I ain't badmouthing the story side or anyone there. I have a lot of respect (and sometimes even awe) for what some story writers here produce. I just don't think that is what we're about here. And it is always more forgiving here because it has always been more experimental imo. And I hate rules.

Later gator.

 

[champagne1982]

I thought before that it would be kinda cool if Lit had a flash fiction category... like 500 words or less. I think that's a challenge, to get a good story and description condensed into 500 words. In fact, I think Og or someone had a flash fiction writers' challenge in the AH once though it might have been for much shorter than 500 words.

Adapting prose to poetry and vice versa... yes.

I had a huge growl with Admin, back when I was submitting stories about as frequently as I now submit poems, over including "Halloween Bill" in the Hallowe'en contest since it's a long ballad-epicish thing... Finally it was placed in the story category, but has fewer reads than my crappiest poem.

But I was going to remind you all of The Snippetsville Group. We submitted group-edited and arranged 500 word stories through wildsweetone and Alex de Kok as the editorial ID - Tales From Snippetsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. It was a monumental project but one enjoyed by every participant involved. I think we could organize something similar since submissions can be amassed, illustrated and HTML encoded all through MSWord. Let's try!

First we'll write poems and then with a non-partisan program, shuffle and deal them out so that stories can be written. We may even be able to involve the photographers and digital artistes around Lit to illustrate either the poem or the story of their choice. It could be a beautiful piece.

 

[Angeline]

Adapting prose to poetry and vice versa... yes.

I had a huge growl with Admin, back when I was submitting stories about as frequently as I now submit poems, over including "Halloween Bill" in the Hallowe'en contest since it's a long ballad-epicish thing... Finally it was placed in the story category, but has fewer reads than my crappiest poem.

But I was going to remind you all of The Snippetsville Group. We submitted group-edited and arranged 500 word stories through wildsweetone and Alex de Kok as the editorial ID - Tales From Snippetsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. It was a monumental project but one enjoyed by every participant involved. I think we could organize something similar since submissions can be amassed, illustrated and HTML encoded all through MSWord. Let's try!

First we'll write poems and then with a non-partisan program, shuffle and deal them out so that stories can be written. We may even be able to involve the photographers and digital artistes around Lit to illustrate either the poem or the story of their choice. It could be a beautiful piece.

When I was thinking about story length, I remembered that brouhaha over "Halloween Bill," which is exactly why I think we need to keep it under 750. We're poets here. Even when we don't use especially poetic line breaks.

 

[bflagsst]

When I was thinking about story length, I remembered that brouhaha over "Halloween Bill," which is exactly why I think we need to keep it under 750. We're poets here. Even when we don't use especially poetic line breaks.

I don't know if we're on the same page, but I've been working on making my poems interchangeable with prose. I take all my poems(some other peoples poems too) and re-write them in prose and try to tell stories that were inherent in the poems to begin with. Here's an example:


When you were a child, if you bothered your parents long enough you'd get what you wanted—even when you weren't so well off like the other kids, who wore nice sneakers to school and didn't have to eat half a sandwich for lunch. Remember the tiny donuts? They were a treat you always saved, they fit well on your sister's baby fingers. She liked them because they fit her so well and she could pretend she were engaged. She would eat the whole box if you'd let her—wouldn't you let her?

What if when you were a kid you pulled spider legs and boiled ants and tortured the kidneys of roly-polies? Well, I wouldn't like you so much if that was the case, because that was the sort of thing I was up to. I'd say my job wasn't to torture the insects, but to study them in their behaviour. Of course that'd be a lie, you know... I still roll out of bed each morning and go to work in sales.

Your father was the sort who ate all his pills, and he would comment on how bitter they were, like the taste in your mouth in the morning when you've just rolled out of bed and haven't had your toast for breakfast. But you adored your daddy the most, didn't you? Even when the flood separated you from him. But that's not part of the ascent of this story, just some middling detail for further on down the page—and I won't let it interfere with my infatuation anyway.

Your mother—we knew her story long before she did. Your mother was a temptress, she lay the goose down pillow for your dad—who normally weary of spiders and flies—came to her in just the right light. And before she could smell his pheromone or store bought cologne, she knew she fit well with his trousers and tie.

Then there's our little Lucette—her propensity to price in the shoes of her mother to the jacket of her father, broke her piggy bank wide open...

But this isn't a family chronicle. My task being, to write for you the sort of poem you could hide in your shoe box snug beneath your bed. For your eyes only, so to speak. That prospective prayer, the sort to take us a step closer to Layli and to Madjnun.

Most likely, you'll be done with it before the water (you've asked me to pour) fills your cup. But I don't question the way a bibliophile values the book I prize. In fact, I might just be a bibliophile—the contents of a book the secondary sexual characteristic to the intent and integument.

Although, the book fanatic won't put his mouth to my mouth like you will, once my work is in your hands. And if I made you your favorite black and white film I know you might not bite my tongue quite the same way. So we'll leave it at twelve to twenty lines, with the metrical feet I know you know by instinct.

And it won't be about lapis lazuli eye-ree-cees or the honeybees of Ms. Plath. It will be as original as the next—as the next Ms. Barrett...even better, Henry Constable and “How I do love thee” for my Diaphenia, whose magical breath doesn't quite reek like that of the mistress of Shakey...

 

[Angeline]

I don't know if we're on the same page, but I've been working on making my poems interchangeable with prose. I take all my poems(some other peoples poems too) and re-write them in prose and try to tell stories that were inherent in the poems to begin with. Here's an example:


When you were a child, if you bothered your parents long enough you'd get what you wanted—even when you weren't so well off like the other kids, who wore nice sneakers to school and didn't have to eat half a sandwich for lunch. Remember the tiny donuts? They were a treat you always saved, they fit well on your sister's baby fingers. She liked them because they fit her so well and she could pretend she were engaged. She would eat the whole box if you'd let her—wouldn't you let her?

What if when you were a kid you pulled spider legs and boiled ants and tortured the kidneys of roly-polies? Well, I wouldn't like you so much if that was the case, because that was the sort of thing I was up to. I'd say my job wasn't to torture the insects, but to study them in their behaviour. Of course that'd be a lie, you know... I still roll out of bed each morning and go to work in sales.

Your father was the sort who ate all his pills, and he would comment on how bitter they were, like the taste in your mouth in the morning when you've just rolled out of bed and haven't had your toast for breakfast. But you adored your daddy the most, didn't you? Even when the flood separated you from him. But that's not part of the ascent of this story, just some middling detail for further on down the page—and I won't let it interfere with my infatuation anyway.

Your mother—we knew her story long before she did. Your mother was a temptress, she lay the goose down pillow for your dad—who normally weary of spiders and flies—came to her in just the right light. And before she could smell his pheromone or store bought cologne, she knew she fit well with his trousers and tie.

Then there's our little Lucette—her propensity to price in the shoes of her mother to the jacket of her father, broke her piggy bank wide open...

But this isn't a family chronicle. My task being, to write for you the sort of poem you could hide in your shoe box snug beneath your bed. For your eyes only, so to speak. That prospective prayer, the sort to take us a step closer to Layli and to Madjnun.

Most likely, you'll be done with it before the water (you've asked me to pour) fills your cup. But I don't question the way a bibliophile values the book I prize. In fact, I might just be a bibliophile—the contents of a book the secondary sexual characteristic to the intent and integument.

Although, the book fanatic won't put his mouth to my mouth like you will, once my work is in your hands. And if I made you your favorite black and white film I know you might not bite my tongue quite the same way. So we'll leave it at twelve to twenty lines, with the metrical feet I know you know by instinct.

And it won't be about lapis lazuli eye-ree-cees or the honeybees of Ms. Plath. It will be as original as the next—as the next Ms. Barrett...even better, Henry Constable and “How I do love thee” for my Diaphenia, whose magical breath doesn't quite reek like that of the mistress of Shakey...

I suspect our ideas about this are pretty close. Much of my poetry is strongly narrative already, so I'm hoping it won't be a big jump for me. I see it as somewhere between the kind of narrative poems I write and the the way I wrote some of the prose in that story. But that's just me. I don't think any of us need to see this the exact same way for it to work. Might be problematic in terms of judging a contest although I tend to think that really good writing of any kind is obvious to me, so best is just, well...best.

 

[hmmnmm]

What I find interesting is that different minds seem to get something slightly different from one general idea. Kinda like a poem.

From this end, though I'd certainly participate in a challenge/contest just because it would offer high stakes arousal potential, it's really more of a relief at finally figuring out the most suitable route to go on. Or a world to feel comfortable in, without worrying or looking back, like a terrible sacrifice was required. It's been a nagging bitch that's hung on for, well, a heckuva long time. So the great hmmnmm bitchfest has concluded and peace prevails o'er all. And arousal is strong.

 

[Angeline]

What I find interesting is that different minds seem to get something slightly different from one general idea. Kinda like a poem.

From this end, though I'd certainly participate in a challenge/contest just because it would offer high stakes arousal potential, it's really more of a relief at finally figuring out the most suitable route to go on. Or a world to feel comfortable in, without worrying or looking back, like a terrible sacrifice was required. It's been a nagging bitch that's hung on for, well, a heckuva long time. So the great hmmnmm bitchfest has concluded and peace prevails o'er all. And arousal is strong.

Personally I think the hardest part of this will be finding three people who don't want to try it so they can be judges. I don't wanna be a judge for this thing. I want to write.

ETA: I'm thinking that we can all vote like we've done with other contests here, but we need three people who won't participate in case we need judges to break a tie.

Oh and does it have to be erotic? What if someone wants to do a nonerotic entry? Should we have two different contests or one where you can submit whatever you want?

 

[hmmnmm]

Wondered about the erotic or non too.
First response would be separate them.
But on the other hand you run into What's erotic to one...
Either way. Start simple.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Adapting prose to poetry and vice versa... yes.

I had a huge growl with Admin, back when I was submitting stories about as frequently as I now submit poems, over including "Halloween Bill" in the Hallowe'en contest since it's a long ballad-epicish thing... Finally it was placed in the story category, but has fewer reads than my crappiest poem.

But I was going to remind you all of The Snippetsville Group. We submitted group-edited and arranged 500 word stories through wildsweetone and Alex de Kok as the editorial ID - Tales From Snippetsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. It was a monumental project but one enjoyed by every participant involved. I think we could organize something similar since submissions can be amassed, illustrated and HTML encoded all through MSWord. Let's try!

First we'll write poems and then with a non-partisan program, shuffle and deal them out so that stories can be written. We may even be able to involve the photographers and digital artistes around Lit to illustrate either the poem or the story of their choice. It could be a beautiful piece.

I love this idea.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Didn't I leave a comment on one of your recent stories that you didn't use enough commas? Is that what happened? Early feedback gave you a phobia of commas?
just playin' *poke*

Here's a new poem today that you might be interested in:
Omega by: Manny_Kanblo

a dance of prose and poetry
hey, that's decent... I think I'll use that line in today's recommendation

I read this and was very unsure on one hand I enjoyed the read on the other well it's hard to explain perhaps because it's different from what I like to write, but we shouldn't be afraid of different should we?

Once upon a time looooong ago I wanted to write an epic that was all poetry in fact I think I started it somewhere or other I will have to have a hunt around. If you are going to start this please bear in mind Anna and EO who are away and I will be from the 30th

 

[hmmnmm]

Epic attracts

 

[bflagsst]

I read this and was very unsure on one hand I enjoyed the read on the other well it's hard to explain perhaps because it's different from what I like to write, but we shouldn't be afraid of different should we?

Once upon a time looooong ago I wanted to write an epic that was all poetry in fact I think I started it somewhere or other I will have to have a hunt around. If you are going to start this please bear in mind Anna and EO who are away and I will be from the 30th

I have the very beginning of an epic poem on my poetry page here, its gotten a decent number of views. I don't think anyone's ever commented on it though. I'm not sure anyone has read the whole thing anyway. It's a super long story, 1000's of lines all in verse, plenty of poetic elements. I didn't post the whole thing cuz I didn't think anyone was into it.

 

[bflagsst]

Personally I think the hardest part of this will be finding three people who don't want to try it so they can be judges. I don't wanna be a judge for this thing. I want to write.

ETA: I'm thinking that we can all vote like we've done with other contests here, but we need three people who won't participate in case we need judges to break a tie.

Oh and does it have to be erotic? What if someone wants to do a nonerotic entry? Should we have two different contests or one where you can submit whatever you want?

I'll be a judge since I'm not that attracted to prose, but very interested in the idea. If there aren't poetic elements to someone's story I'll send them to the Bastille.

 

[wildsweetone]

i never could figure out exactly what prose poetry was

hmmnmm there is a thread on the Poetry Forum somewhere where a member 'Yoron' was writing prose and i wrote some poetry. i'll leave it to you to search for it - don't want to swing anyone any particular way except the way they want to go them selves. *smile*

 

[Angeline]

I'll be a judge since I'm not that attracted to prose, but very interested in the idea. If there aren't poetic elements to someone's story I'll send them to the Bastille.

That would be lovely, if you wouldn't mind doing it because it's a bit of work. When we've run contests here in the past, we've always been concerned about keeping the authors anonymous. It seems to focus us better on voting for what we think is the best entry--as opposed to our expectations about whoever the author is. So the "judge" is someone who receives all the entries and then posts them in a poll so people can vote. In the event of a tie, the judge casts a tie-breaker vote. So if you do this, until the winner is announced you'd be the only one who knew who all the entrants are. It's really not that much work--and I'd help with reminding folks when to send stuff and to send it to you via pm.

Still interested? Normally I'd do it but I really feel like participating in this one.

 

[Angeline]

i never could figure out exactly what prose poetry was

hmmnmm there is a thread on the Poetry Forum somewhere where a member 'Yoron' was writing prose and i wrote some poetry. i'll leave it to you to search for it - don't want to swing anyone any particular way except the way they want to go them selves. *smile*

Hiya dear k. Lovely to see you posting here again. It has been too long.

 

[bflagsst]

That would be lovely, if you wouldn't mind doing it because it's a bit of work. When we've run contests here in the past, we've always been concerned about keeping the authors anonymous. It seems to focus us better on voting for what we think is the best entry--as opposed to our expectations about whoever the author is. So the "judge" is someone who receives all the entries and then posts them in a poll so people can vote. In the event of a tie, the judge casts a tie-breaker vote. So if you do this, until the winner is announced you'd be the only one who knew who all the entrants are. It's really not that much work--and I'd help with reminding folks when to send stuff and to send it to you via pm.

Still interested? Normally I'd do it but I really feel like participating in this one.

sign me up, i just gotta figure out how to turn on private messages

 

[wildsweetone]

Hiya dear k. Lovely to see you posting here again. It has been too long.

hi sweet lady. that's what happens when 'life' gets in the way. redundancy is eminent so perhaps life will get back to normal and i'll be able to rattle the keyboard here more often, well, assuming that writing doesn't step in oops... i feel the urge again...

hope all is well with you and yours, please give my love to your honey.

 

[Angeline]

sign me up, i just gotta figure out how to turn on private messages

If you go to your user cp, you'll see the options for it there. I still haven't heard back from Laurel and I think we need some more time to fine tune this. I'm thinking we can make it a fall contest, with a submissions deadline sometime in September. I like to give people a few weeks to develop their ideas. So I'll keep you posted on when this will officially start. We'll still need two more people to act as tie-breaker judges. You think Emp might be interested?

And thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it. I don't usually get the chance to enter these things.

hi sweet lady. that's what happens when 'life' gets in the way. redundancy is eminent so perhaps life will get back to normal and i'll be able to rattle the keyboard here more often, well, assuming that writing doesn't step in oops... i feel the urge again...

hope all is well with you and yours, please give my love to your honey.

He said "She remembers me?" I said of course, everyone does! Lol. He sends hugs, surprised ones.

PS He just did something to his neck, just moved in a weird way and we both heard something click and now he's really hurting. Sigh. If I suddenly disappear, it'll mean I took him to the emergency room. Poor baby.

ETA: Yup. His neck is all messed up. See you all later....

 

[bflagsst]

If you go to your user cp, you'll see the options for it there. I still haven't heard back from Laurel and I think we need some more time to fine tune this. I'm thinking we can make it a fall contest, with a submissions deadline sometime in September. I like to give people a few weeks to develop their ideas. So I'll keep you posted on when this will officially start. We'll still need two more people to act as tie-breaker judges. You think Emp might be interested?

And thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it. I don't usually get the chance to enter these things. ....

EPMD is on a porno/poetry mission for me. he's trying to make a porno story that people will wanna read and fit my poems into it, to trick the populace into reading poetry. AnnaSwir might be up for judging but she's on the longest vacation of all-time. good for her. I'll go turn that message thing on.

 

[wildsweetone]

He said "She remembers me?" I said of course, everyone does! Lol. He sends hugs, surprised ones.

PS He just did something to his neck, just moved in a weird way and we both heard something click and now he's really hurting. Sigh. If I suddenly disappear, it'll mean I took him to the emergency room. Poor baby.

ETA: Yup. His neck is all messed up. See you all later....

of course i remember him! he gives GREAT hugs

i empathise the neck thing. just had cortisone in my shoulder, looks like i might need another one in my neck. arghhh.

will keep him in my prayers and hope he recovers smooth and fast and without pain.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't even know what we got to do in this prose thingy so I don't know if I want to do it or not ....... someone please explain in plain English for the blonde minded! If I don't I will help judge although I was a washout as a judge before

 

[Angeline]

of course i remember him! he gives GREAT hugs

i empathise the neck thing. just had cortisone in my shoulder, looks like i might need another one in my neck. arghhh.

will keep him in my prayers and hope he recovers smooth and fast and without pain.

Some vicodin and valium later he is definitely feeling no pain lol. Just a muscle spasm he should be fine in a few days.

I don't even know what we got to do in this prose thingy so I don't know if I want to do it or not ....... someone please explain in plain English for the blonde minded! If I don't I will help judge although I was a washout as a judge before

Heh. As soon as I figure it out, I'll try to explain it better than I have thus far. For now though I'm just wiped, so sweet dreams all.

 

[hmmnmm]

I'd be wondering whether the entries could include something that's appeared here before in some form or a excerpt from same, or if it should be something brand spankin new. Probly the brand spankin new.

Oh man, another sweet day; they've been like in the mid-upper 70s, maybe topping at 80.
And another new idea... I think it's the one. Just a matter of doing it. It could fail.

 

[Epmd607]

I don't want to judge the contest, but I hope the stories come out more like poetry than anything else. I read poems on the new poems page sometimes that don't resemble poetry at all.

To speak to something from almost a week ago; I never took any time on the stories I submitted here until I started getting hundreds of votes and that first 100k view on a story. Then it was like, 'no one reads my poems, someone's obviously reading my stories.' Now I sorta want to write some porno story that will achieve half a million views and maybe 500 votes.

I guess it's a vanity move in a way, cuz it's fun getting emails from people mad that you did this or that with some shallow character in a crappy erotic story. I feel almost a sense of accomplishment not having written an incest story or some other super taboo type of thing and still having a bunch of people read and vote.