Bite me

[twelveoone]

What emotion were you feeling when you shot that load?
And does it glow under a black light?
'Cause ya know idiots love black light...
Look, I'm glowing!

No.
Damn, now that's an idea!

 

[Trixareforkids]

No.
Damn, now that's an idea!

Spell out 1201 on black t-shirts and sell them as club wear, they'll be all the rage.

 

[HarryHill]

Spell out 1201 on black t-shirts and sell them as club wear, they'll be all the rage.

I'll buy one, put a black light poem on the back

 

[twelveoone]

aka
Insistence of Memory

The argument: Life is a long upward climb with steep steps, and full of surprises which mainly suck.

Darla was an ethereal girl
lived in a in a third floor walkup.
Darla? It was Linda, I remember
sneaking past her door-
Linda lived on the forth floor-
and more steps.

Good thing it wasn't Betty.
Tanya, I'd be home by now,
but Tanya despised me.
Fuck Tanya, too.

I in black ELP shirt, sunglasses,
bad teeth behind a sneer.
Tanya hated ELP.
Fuck Tanya, too.
Linda all boney in a red dress
trudged up the steps,
her ass red flaggin
these bull's eyes,
trudged up the steps,
the hem of dress played
Led Zeppelin but muffled in my head
quietly past Darla's door.

In the dark, and I had
sunglasses, didn't think
to push 'em up on my head,
with chinese take out,
she said she had wine
so I neglected to pick up beer.
YESSS! Shhh. Darla never heard us
and Linda opens her door.

"Want some? its psilocybin"

Yeh, I thought, bad acid
cut with crap
and crap we talked...

Ginsberg? Ferlingetti, I had no use for

I have enough trouble getting off
the ride in the amusement park
of my mind
Though I read both Burroughs
every word
is a viral load
envined.

Chinese take out, cheap wine, bad acid
oft makes a gastric disaster.
Me, I's wired on something else,
what the fuck, I had a cough.
How the fuck did we get back from Chinatown?
Somewhere in the corner
her stuffed animals became an evil cast,
glassy eyed, the fluffed rabble rumbled
with homicidal laughs.
In retro, probably
the freakin El.

Somehow Linda's panties
found their way to the floor,
a floral pattern on hard wood,
like spring had burst out
all over again and I'm still
thinking Burroughs
"Naked Lunch"
and some old television show
"Leave it to Beaver"
only in more color, many more,
and Tarzan keeps swinging through.

And now her stuffed animals
are wielding cleavers.
Just in case, I took down
their names. memorized faces.
In retro, I still
don't know
WHAT the Fuck That was.


Now every so often a crack
in the universe appears
and out pops a projectile god
who heaves an apcoaloose.
For sunrise was so beautiful,
time flies when you're havin fun
or stoned,
the lit red of the bricks mixed
with the sight of red dressed Linda
(twas like the gates of hell, indeedy)
from the fire escape
sans panties
throwing up an offering
of cheap wine to
the winos looking up below.
And Tanya.YESSS! Who by Some stroke
of luck was also there. YESSS!
Till then I never much believed in god.

And the sight of the purple rice
and the less aerodynamically challenge
lo mein and other sundries raining down
in Peckinpah slo mo and the quadrasonic sound
of the roar and crack echoed in the alley
sounded like a lion being killed.
So being inspired, yelled
FUCKING EMERSON LAKE AND PALMER
In retro it was really King Crimson
I was thinking of.

About a hour, I'm still laughin
and Linda's througly purged
and pissed
"You're sick"
Moi? I have an artist's soul.
"You're an asshole"
Same thing, I said
in smirky glow.
"And Tanya thinks so too!"

That hurt.

Now my neurons mostly fluff pillows,
Linda's eating Jello instead.
Bright colors appeal to her,
appear still, after all these years.

My sunglasses? Fell off the fire escape.
Broke.
The winos all cleaned up, got jobs
on Wall Street, one
now heads the Federal Reserve.
Mysterious are the works of God.
And later Linda and Tanya discovered
they were lesbians. Fuck Tanya, too.

So why this memory dump now? Well, today, Monday
in the trash are Linda's psycho animals
which Tan-yaa hated even more then she hated me.
Way to go, ya stoopid cunts. Led Zepplin, too?

HEY, look it's fuckin Pooh!
With a strange stain on his head,
glassy eyed and smilin.

The Morale: Fuck if I know.


TAGS
Federal Reserve Banking System
Four young girls all over 18 except Betty who was untouched, at least by me.
Target Apparel
Trite Sentimentalism
Work of God
Tree Inspired
Anon Bait
Proust in a shopping cart
Anti-Porn

I would submit this as a poem, but it has a story arc. Yep, I saw it:
And the sight of the purple rice...

In retro, Ishtat, stuffed animals wielding cleavers...in context (the writer) makes sense but is admitted by the protagonist it doesn't

So why this memory dump now? BTW that is the beginning, so I'm covering my ass as far as Aristotle is concerned (really)

And everything is linked, it is one set-up after another, when you realize what the end is, you see the two hanging threads are linked.

There is one implausibility coupled with me just being a sarcastic bitch. The Fed bit. "Gresham's Law"
Took me two days to write this set-up for the final end, the LABELS
Surprisingly there are little islands of poetry also. Because wtf.

I wasn't fooling when I said it took two seconds, to see what GM was doing.
In GM's the protagonist is still struggling a bit, hence the irresolution. But the writer makes perfect sense to me. He has another or two layers, doesn't he?
Any doubts?

 

[twelveoone]

btw, the split between the writer telling a story, and the protagonist taking over is in the third line. Deliberate, sets the tone and I need Darla for a set-up.

 

[twelveoone]

Labels: Anon Bait
Lables

Two views;
As an example. Sonnet.

I pretty much know what a sonnet is.

If I read a poem and discover it is a sonnet, I consider it a plus, partly because what I consider a joy of poetry is discovery and it is interesting to discover that structure as a matter of course.

If it as obvious it is a sonnet, it is obvious, being told that is adds less.

If it is labeled a sonnet and it doesn't appear to be one, wtf, this better be good.


Suppose I don't know what a sonnet is:

Being told a sonnet is a sonnet, gives me an example. Nothing more, trust me, you can find better examples elsewhere.

Being told something is a sonnet that perhaps is not a sonnet, just plain wtf.

Seriously, it just gets worse from there, because in an effort to increase readership Ode to the West Wind would be labeled a blowjob sonnet. Although I suspect it is neither and would prefer to find out myself.

THERE WILL BE NO TRUTH IN LABELS

Fine labels will possibly increase views, probably anonymous votes, anonymous comments, but my counter is if you don't know where your own stuff is, what the fuck are you trying to write poetry for? I guess the labels are there to help to figure out just what the fuck you wrote, because poetry is tough to figure out.
LABEL an H, self apointed GREAT

We are dealing with a limited amount of readers in poetry, and a very small community, and one of the reasons poetry is not read is not because it isn't labeled, but because there is way too much of it and most of it is piss poor.
LABEL Golden shower of poetic words or "expressin"

A dom/sub advert is just that, and really if you can't tell, I can't help you. A cock sucker advert will gain you your share of proposals. Need a fucking label?
LABEL Dream on, poetic wimp/wuss, get the whipping you deserve

I suppose it is a good idea to keep the straights and the gays (and subdivided ad infintum) separate in stories, because after a few minutes of precious time SOMETHING might happen, that might destroy that precious wanker prep. But, in poetry?
LABEL preimmature ejunkulitis

LABELS AND ANONS
perfect together

 

[todski28]

btw, the split between the writer telling a story, and the protagonist taking over is in the third line. Deliberate, sets the tone and I need Darla for a set-up.

Funny how the subconscious takes over and you have no idea why something happened but it did, your explanation here makes perfect sense, the switch from narrative to interior monologue happens in four words then the "I remember" reinforces the structure and flips that switch in the brain, so before you know what happened you have it as a protagonists thoughts.

 

[Tsotha]

Labels: Anon Bait
Lables

Two views;
As an example. Sonnet.

I pretty much know what a sonnet is.

If I read a poem and discover it is a sonnet, I consider it a plus, partly because what I consider a joy of poetry is discovery and it is interesting to discover that structure as a matter of course.

And if you do not discover it, the information you need is there. Because not every poem is a sonnet, and not every person is 1201.

If it as obvious it is a sonnet, it is obvious, being told that is adds less.

What if it isn't obvious? How much does it "add"?

If it is labeled a sonnet and it doesn't appear to be one, wtf, this better be good.

People have been known to make mistakes. No lives lost, in this case.

Suppose I don't know what a sonnet is:

Being told a sonnet is a sonnet, gives me an example. Nothing more, trust me, you can find better examples elsewhere.

You can only find better examples if you know what it is. It gives you an example, nothing more. Results differ with other people - it might give a clueless person what she needs to understand what she is reading.

Being told something is a sonnet that perhaps is not a sonnet, just plain wtf.

Yes, it may lead to some confusion. It also might lead to better poets noticing it and making a comment, teaching the confused poet something in the process.

Seriously, it just gets worse from there, because in an effort to increase readership Ode to the West Wind would be labeled a blowjob sonnet. Although I suspect it is neither and would prefer to find out myself.

Just don't look at the "labels". You speak as if you've never attached a comment or even a note within the text of your poem. By your logic those would also spoil the discovery.

THERE WILL BE NO TRUTH IN LABELS

There will be meta data in labels. Different entry points, different ways to find older poems and giving them a fair shot at being read. Don't want to use them? Leave them empty.

Fine labels will possibly increase views, probably anonymous votes, anonymous comments, but my counter is if you don't know where your own stuff is, what the fuck are you trying to write poetry for? I guess the labels are there to help to figure out just what the fuck you wrote, because poetry is tough to figure out.
LABEL an H, self apointed GREAT

You assume labels will increase anonymous comments. Why wouldn't it increase regular comments, too? I know I'd use the tag system to find poems, and I leave comments under my name, so... At least a few non-anon comments to old(er) poems?

As for the "not knowing where my stuff is" argument, tags are not there for you to find your own poems, they are there to help you find poems you didn't know existed. E.g. all those poems by poets who a) aren't here in the forum; b) aren't in new poems. If they aren't a) or b), they might be c), that is, inactive.

E.g., those two poets you like, Anna-whats-her-name and Wicked-whoever. Never saw them around, never saw them over new poems. And since there is no reasonable path taking "average reader" from the poetry hub to their poems, they don't exist.

We are dealing with a limited amount of readers in poetry, and a very small community, and one of the reasons poetry is not read is not because it isn't labeled, but because there is way too much of it and most of it is piss poor.
LABEL Golden shower of poetic words or "expressin"

There are (arguably) good poems written 10 years ago that are never read because there is no entry point that leads to them. These are the entry points in place:

- The "New poems" tool puts a spotlight on the "too many, piss poor" poems, as you call it. It's nothing but an index of poems ordered by date, and with a cut off of "X" days.

- The erotic / non-erotic hubs have their own "new poems" lists, which are also indexes ordered by date, but the cut off is instead "X" poems. If 100 were published on the same day, they might not even fit on the list.

- The Hall of Fame is an index ordered by both score and other things which aren't immediately obvious (perhaps it's weighed with the number of views and age of the poem; without looking at the algorithm it's impossible to know). It actually depends which list you're looking at. If you look at the list on the poetry hubs, it's completely nonsensical. The main hall of fame seems to use just the score. And we all know how much scores really mean (e.g., a poem published in February, by a poet nobody has ever heard about, has hundreds of five votes. There aren't even that many people reading / voting in the poetry side of Lit, which means it is bogus).

- The "random poems" list supposedly present a random selection of poems from all poems in LIT. However, it should be obvious to anyone actually looking at it that is isn't random. Some attempt is made to provide a selection if "relevant" poems — just what is "relevant" (the algorithm behind it) is unknown. My guess is it weighs the possible selections somehow, perhaps the score or the number of reads. Or maybe it gets e.g. five poems with few reads, one good score poem, one poem with many favorites, etc., to make a "balanced hand" for you to choose from.

- The search tool allows you to search for key words, which requires you to know exactly what you're looking for.

- Favorite poems / authors are like signs pointing from one author to another. E.g. "let's see if 1201 recommends a poem or an author..."

- The index of poems lists every single poem in Lit, in alphabetic order. Not very useful.

Tags would allow you to find poems (any poem, written whenever) in an exploration of keywords. Unlike all the above entry points, it does not put a spotlight on score, or date, or "random which isn't random", or recommendations. It's a neutral system, which lists all poems with a given label. It's a different entry point to find things amidst the "piss" (as you call it). I am actually surprised you think it's a bad idea.

A dom/sub advert is just that, and really if you can't tell, I can't help you. A cock sucker advert will gain you your share of proposals. Need a fucking label?
LABEL Dream on, poetic wimp/wuss, get the whipping you deserve

I suppose it is a good idea to keep the straights and the gays (and subdivided ad infintum) separate in stories, because after a few minutes of precious time SOMETHING might happen, that might destroy that precious wanker prep. But, in poetry?
LABEL preimmature ejunkulitis

After a few minutes of (indeed, precious) time something might happen, whether you reached the poem you're reading by clicking a link in new poems, or by searching, or by selecting a poem from the list created by a tag.


LABELS AND ANONS
perfect together

Ridiculous. You have to come up with better arguments if you're going to blanket insult everyone who wants tags. As it is, your arguments are a waste of time to even respond to. I suppose I just have no self-love, to be doing it.

 

[twelveoone]

Ridiculous. You have to come up with better arguments if you're going to blanket insult everyone who wants tags. As it is, your arguments are a waste of time to even respond to. I suppose I just have no self-love, to be doing it.

maybe I'm just in blanket insult mode, because putting this ahead of anonymous voting limiting seems to be ridiculous.

Labels are denotative, poetry should not be. Other than that, if you want to use them be my guest. Your Bonsai poem is what? If you wish to tell me...you limit me.

Anyway, neither matters much, does it? All just fucking words, assignment of values by the jerks that live in our heads. Larry, Curly and Moe. Freud had different names for these three.

What "keywords"? The word that keys the meaning? Sometimes it may be the word that isn't there. The word that has the most weight in it?
Pockmarked, gunmetal. Blue, Red. White.

What you seem to want is bullshit mining. For what fucking purpose?
Give me all the poems with "cunt" in it. I just gave you one. Not what you wanted?
You can just ask Tazz.

Anyway some of your points are well taken, but Metadata has little purpose to me, and who is going to put the labels on the older stuff anyway, the other examples given seem to be "popular" both obvious subjected to gaming.

If you trust whatshisname, you go look up whatshername, and if you are lucky whatshisname won't recommend whatshisalt, and then you figure it out yourself. Did you catch that - you figure it out yourself, and nobody seems to want to do that, do they? I want "good" poems. I want poems that make me feel "good". I want a job in Miniluv.

Now why the fuck am I here? I ask myself and get nyuck,nyuck,nycuk and I hear it echoed outside my head. I am wasting my fucking time, and it just didn't fucking matter, because it was not in Limerick form.

Retroactive, label me ANON BAIT, ASSHOLE TARGET (meant both fucking ways)

 

[HarryHill]

Ridiculous. You have to come up with better arguments if you're going to blanket insult everyone who wants tags. As it is, your arguments are a waste of time to even respond to. I suppose I just have no self-love, to be doing it.

I tried self love but carpel tunnel syndrome made me give up on it.

 

[pensivepoet]

I tried self love but carpel tunnel syndrome made me give up on it.

I was wondering why i saw butters in the gym lifting weights and muttering, "that bastard better appreciate this"

 

[twelveoone]

Funny how the subconscious takes over and you have no idea why something happened but it did, your explanation here makes perfect sense, the switch from narrative to interior monologue happens in four words then the "I remember" reinforces the structure and flips that switch in the brain, so before you know what happened you have it as a protagonists thoughts.

take it and apply to
It will be ugly
There will be more: the writer - protagonist split, use of foils (Darla, Linda, Betty, Tonya are foils, the boy without a raincoat), ploys to the audience, and I plan at least four really oppressive poems, unless the thread gets bounced, or dies from lack of interest.
Most likely my own.

Labels are denotative, poetry should not be. Other than that, if you want to use them be my guest. Your Bonsai poem is what? If you wish to tell me...you limit me. Like when I ask a question, no response.

What "keywords"? The word that keys the meaning? Sometimes it may be the word that isn't there. The word that has the most weight in it?
Pockmarked, gunmetal. Blue, Red. White.

I'm surprised no one bit here. There is poetry, there is something beyond.... and there is a pile of shit, that most of don't even smell like poetry, and I'm the guy ducking feces.

Muthafucka Sound of Samuel L Jackson ducking altoons

 

[Tsotha]

take it and apply to
It will be ugly
There will be more: the writer - protagonist split, use of foils (Darla, Linda, Betty, Tonya are foils, the boy without a raincoat), ploys to the audience, and I plan at least four really oppressive poems, unless the thread gets bounced, or dies from lack of interest.
Most likely my own.

Labels are denotative, poetry should not be. Other than that, if you want to use them be my guest. Your Bonsai poem is what? If you wish to tell me...you limit me. Like when I ask a question, no response.

What "keywords"? The word that keys the meaning? Sometimes it may be the word that isn't there. The word that has the most weight in it?
Pockmarked, gunmetal. Blue, Red. White.

I'm surprised no one bit here. There is poetry, there is something beyond.... and there is a pile of shit, that most of don't even smell like poetry, and I'm the guy ducking feces.

Muthafucka Sound of Samuel L Jackson ducking altoons

I thought your question was rhetoric. My bonsai poem is whatever the reader does with it. If I tell you what it is, I limit your understanding of it. That much is obvious. Now, if you don't even get to read it, because it has disappeared underneath a pile of other poems, it doesn't really matter either way.

 

[twelveoone]

I thought your question was rhetoric. My bonsai poem is whatever the reader does with it. If I tell you what it is, I limit your understanding of it. That much is obvious. Now, if you don't even get to read it, because it has disappeared underneath a pile of other poems, it doesn't really matter either way.

How would you Label it?

 

[Tsotha]

How would you Label it?

For any poem, I'd use tags for subject and for style.

 

[Tsotha]

I, the shadow

mindfuck, framing device, free form, obscure, literary reference, cliche reversal, puzzle, good luck understanding it

How's that for tags? Have I sucked joy out of the universe enough yet?

 

[twelveoone]

I, the shadow

mindfuck, framing device, free form, obscure, literary reference, cliche reversal, puzzle, good luck understanding it

How's that for tags? Have I sucked joy out of the universe enough yet?

That is not what I asked, how would you label yours?
Don't play black hole tag-o-rama with me. Because good luck understanding any real poem. Tripe is easily grasped. You can tell by the smell on your hands.

 

[Tsotha]

That is not what I asked, how would you label yours?
Don't play black hole tag-o-rama with me. Because good luck understanding any real poem. Tripe is easily grasped. You can tell by the smell on your hands.

I answered above, on the first message. What does it matter exactly what I would use as tags? Here, an attempt:

bonsai simile, relationship, free verse, framing device, gardening, bonsai anal insertion, plant bdsm

 

[twelveoone]

I answered above, on the first message. What does it matter exactly what I would use as tags? Here, an attempt:

bonsai simile, relationship, free verse, framing device, gardening, bonsai anal insertion, plant bdsm

the last two are eye catchers, to really increase readership:
Stunted Shrub Blowjob (no thorns)

Actually it doesn't matter to me, anything I write is
ANON BAIT ANON BAITANON BAIT with echo

 

[Tsotha]

the last two are eye catchers, to really increase readership:
Stunted Shrub Blowjob (no thorns)

Actually it doesn't matter to me, anything I write is
ANON BAIT ANON BAITANON BAIT with echo

Not just anon bait, it seems.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Not just anon bait, it seems.

Don't be so quick to judge.
Just because you can't see the trap
Doesn't mean the cheese isn't bait

And let's be real,
No one is advertising their identities here
So we're all anon to varying degrees

 

[butters]

bonsai anal insertion, plant bdsm
cheesey bait
traps and matters of degrees?

there's a poem in there somewhere

 

[butters]

I was wondering why i saw butters in the gym lifting weights and muttering, "that bastard better appreciate this"

if you saw me in the gym you need to go to specsavers, mate

as for lifting weights, i do it everyday lumping sacks and boxes of donations around *muskles like popeye *

 

[Trixareforkids]

bonsai anal insertion, plant bdsm
cheesey bait
traps and matters of degrees?

there's a poem in there somewhere

~picks up the gauntlet~
Mistress Trixie Tonguelash accepts your challenge
Though she may fall short on your sword
Her reach can't be exceeded

 

[twelveoone]

Not just anon bait, it seems.

OK, Tso, what are you saying here?
Fact is for 10 years, I would reach the top list, and briefly stay - ping
I've seen the score on a poem I've happened to be removing decline - ping, because some one said they liked it
Some people don't like some of my comments - ping
Some don't like the way I write and it seems to garner more attention than "real poetry" - ping, ping, ping, six or seven H's gone
Somehow 70 fives show up overnight on one poem, because I start talking about some things in the top list. i.e. ratio of comments to votes.

Sorry if you took offense to the CAPS, or if you think it is a good reason for labels, and I don't, I gave me reasons, you gave yours.

When, I got here, you could even see how people voted, the bug with that was if there was no vote it showed up as a 50. And people complained. And people would either go anonymous or people would use voting alts.

Fact is, I don't care anymore, it probably is unfixable. Personally, I don't write much anymore, so it was an effort for others. I failed. I recommending new poems, I failed trying to show others some easy tricks that others used.

Fact is, I'm fucking tired of the LCD mentality, that fakir that brings up the number 30 and completely fails to see anything anywhere that would indicated that he is writing shit. From a old thread, looks like I've been there before.

It looks like, I've been there before, too much, too often, and too fucking alone. When you went after whatshisname and I went too, because he was fucking wrong and he pulls that shit. What happened? My threads get blasted, the threads that where posted when the place was moribund, threads that maybe might create an interest. I failed there too. Outside of maybe one, I don't think anyone cares.

Let poetry regain its patina of whatever that brown stuff is that the pedants paint.
"This is lovely writing" carries no information, and the fact that some really think that some statement of something bad happin' somewhere is fucking poetry is really getting to me.

I'm sure some asshole can go through the fucking threads and find "30" of literotica's greatest that said one time or another that I can't write. Or even easier, just pull the number out of their ass. Start with Senna Jawa, that's one. Oh, I pander to the audience. Or Pandora's bullshit, I write 'popular'. Huh? Two.

I've even been told I'm jealous (more than once) the last one claimed because he had more comments (5), four where an exchange between him and I and one was from Tazz, I added a sixth (now 6) pointing it out, I don't know that made me generous or even more jealous. Maybe I'll take some time to figure it out.

Ping
yours truly
ANON BAIT (in caps)