Catch Me Up

[CeriseNoire]

Oh, I must know more about this. Details! God, what did I do? I'm usually so nice, but... well, I can come across like a loony witch creature or something. Really I can. Did I make comments about a poem? It was a poem, wasn't it? And you wrote a poem about it? Lordy, I'm the devil. I always suspected it.
Anyway, tell me what happened and I apologize in advance.

It was about a poem (which sucked by the way). I think you listed a bunch of things that were dreadful, then when I asked if there was anything worthwhile about it, you said something along the lines of "At least you wrote a poem". Then again, I think that you were nice/constructive to me every time I came across you thereafter.
As for the poem, it wasn't about it per se; the whole thing just inspired the starting image. And you helped me with it. And gave me good feedback on it. Muhaha. Guess that makes me the devil.

In all seriousness, it wasn't all that bad. It reminded me improving poetry skills requires an even thicker skin than prose does.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Since I have PTSD and Major Depressive Disorder, I write about that too and most anyone who reads my stuff knows when I'm in a down.

I didn't know we share a diagnosis or two. LOL
The PTSD can be hell. I have either Major Depression or Bipolar I, depending on which chart you look at. LOL

 

[WickedEve]

I have a smart ass, teenage daughter with Asperger's (a mild form of autism). I have two sons, aged 11 and 9. We live in Central PA. This month some long-overdue work is going to start on my house.

I'm an artist. I used to participate in local artshows, but it's hard to do that and remain a hermit! My blog has links to my stories and poems on Literotica as well as some photos of my artwork.

My daughter, nine, has autism. I hope your daughter is doing well.
I want to check out your artwork and I'll click the link here in a little bit. Love artwork and I bet yours is wonderful.

 

[WickedEve]

It was about a poem (which sucked by the way). I think you listed a bunch of things that were dreadful, then when I asked if there was anything worthwhile about it, you said something along the lines of "At least you wrote a poem". Then again, I think that you were nice/constructive to me every time I came across you thereafter.
As for the poem, it wasn't about it per se; the whole thing just inspired the starting image. And you helped me with it. And gave me good feedback on it. Muhaha. Guess that makes me the devil.

In all seriousness, it wasn't all that bad. It reminded me improving poetry skills requires an even thicker skin than prose does.

I'm glad it wasn't too bad what I did. If you talk with some of the people who have known me over the years, I'm pretty gentle when it comes to poetry comments. Sometimes, I may write something that seems harsh, and it's simply because I was being too blunt without even realizing it. Making suggestions/comments on someone's work can be very difficult. I'll even make a comment and rewrite it a dozen times before posting. I always try to think of how I would react to the comment if it was directed at me.
I think the only poetry I trash is my own. I put down a lot of what I write. But it's mine, so I can do it!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Smug bitch, the oddening is on. lol I know now that I must write an ODD poem.

ooo a new nickname!

I admire your control over the oddness. For me, it's like a biorhythm thing. Some days are odder than others.

oh yeah, by the way: bring it, baby. I'll do my best to be very odd, just to inspire you.

bj

 

[The_Fool]

Hi Eve.

I'm me.

I don't change much.

I haven't written much lately either. I suck that way.

 

[WickedEve]

Hi Eve.

I'm me.

I don't change much.

I haven't written much lately either. I suck that way.

Oh my, you almost suck too much for this thread. But since you're so sexy, you can stay.

 

[Tzara]

Hi Eve.

I'm me.

I don't change much.

I haven't written much lately either. I suck that way.

Fool, please note that the Literotica contributor known as "Tzara" (henceforth, Tzara) has trademarked the term suck™ for all contexts related to poetry on Lit (or, more formally, all contexts hosted on the servers owned by the website Literotica.com).

You may wish to select an alternate term or phrase. For example, "lag" or "leave something to be desired" or "wish I could write something as astonishingly clever as Tzara, but I am unfortunately not a Major League Talent in the way that He is."

Tzara, LLC, does here grant you here a one-time use of the term suck™ in the interests of forum harmony, but warns the entity known as The_Fool that further breaches of trademark rights will be defended vigorously, such defenses to possibly include sestina challenges, paradelles, & c.

Sincerely,

Horace Storch, managing partner
Leach, Lively, & Villanelle, PLLC

 

[Tzara]

(Ahem.) My name is Bill W. and I'm a polynymic.

Like right there. There is no word like polynymic or polynymia, though, dammit, there should be, since I suffer from it. I seem to have a lot of friends, though.

The thing is, I *sigh* have a lot of alts. I may, in fact, suffer from altmania.

It is, I hope, a gentle disease. In any case, count Minervous (my girlie voice), ShyErraticTable (in which I am in fine form as Danish Modern furniture, or, at least, something from IKEA), and MTVM (who seems to have had a limited lifespan largely filled with nonsense verbiage and has since, to all appearances, died) among my shellfishelves.

There are likely others. I forget all of them, often deliberately.

Anyway, in RL, my name actually is Bill, unless you are the Internal Revenue Service, the people who cut my paycheck, the Department of Homeland Security, accountants for various companies I owe money to, or my fourth grade teacher, in which case I am "William."

I am saving that moniker to grace my poems for when I win the Pulitzer Prize.

Other cuil notes:

• I live in Seattle, God's Gift to the Unfaithful.

• I did, however, spend time in the Federal Prison of Los Angeles.

• I will flirt with anybody with two X chromosomes.
  
  Oh, and also with Jamison, if he keeps putting up those James Dean AVs. (My God, that kid was hot! And he drove a Porsche!)

• Poetry is fun. I write poetry because it's fun. And short. Why I is all over the map, both in terms of what I write and its quality. (Unless, your opinion is I'm generally bad, which is an opinion with which I often, morosely, agree.)

• In RL, I am extremely shy. When I was first in college, I scored in the 15th percentile on a Social Extroversion scale, which means that 85 percent of people are more outgoing than me.
  
  I work in sales, though, so go figure.

• I really, really like ice cream, wine, cheese, and cunnilingus.
  
  Though, perhaps, not quite in that order.

• I like music. Especially classical music. Duh.

[Secret aside to my Podiatrist] But, Doctor! Eve said confession would be good for my soles.

 

[Liar]

Ok, autobio time.


I'm Liar. Or not. It's a forum handle, jeez. My driver's license says Mattias, but what does it know?

Stuff you might not know about me includes, but are not limited to:

I was, just like Angeline, dragged in here by a woman, who now rarely if ever visits. Not the same woman though.

I have a busted internal watch. The condition has some fancy medical name, but since I'm allergic to the sleeping pills I'd use to deal with it, I haven't bothered remembering it. I can at times go 60 to 70 hours without sleep.

That is one of the reasons why I'm self employed. I need to be able to control my working hours so they match my brain.

When my mind wanders, my vocal cords starts humming made-up melodies. Occasionally, i catch myself humming something cool, and make a proper song out of it for my band.

I seem to attract insane women.

I have a blood fetish.

If those two things have something to do with each other. I have no idea.

I write poetry because I'm a lingosexual. I love to fuck with language.

My cat tries to jump up on top of my head every time I wear headphones.

I have, as of last week, not gotten laid in six months.

 

[Liar]

I will flirt with anybody with two X chromosomes.

...in the same cell, I presume?

 

[Tzara]

...in the same cell, I presume?

Not necessarily (q.v. James Dean).

 

[normal jean]

(Ahem.) My name is Bill W. and I'm a polynymic.

Like right there. There is no word like polynymic or polynymia, though, dammit, there should be, since I suffer from it. I seem to have a lot of friends, though.

The thing is, I *sigh* have a lot of alts. I may, in fact, suffer from altmania.

It is, I hope, a gentle disease. In any case, count Minervous (my girlie voice), ShyErraticTable (in which I am in fine form as Danish Modern furniture, or, at least, something from IKEA), and MTVM (who seems to have had a limited lifespan largely filled with nonsense verbiage and has since, to all appearances, died) among my shellfishelves.

There are likely others. I forget all of them, often deliberately.

Anyway, in RL, my name actually is Bill, unless you are the Internal Revenue Service, the people who cut my paycheck, the Department of Homeland Security, accountants for various companies I owe money to, or my fourth grade teacher, in which case I am "William."

I am saving that moniker to grace my poems for when I win the Pulitzer Prize.

Other cuil notes:

• I live in Seattle, God's Gift to the Unfaithful.

• I did, however, spend time in the Federal Prison of Los Angeles.

• I will flirt with anybody with two X chromosomes.
  
  Oh, and also with Jamison, if he keeps putting up those James Dean AVs. (My God, that kid was hot! And he drove a Porsche!)

• Poetry is fun. I write poetry because it's fun. And short. Why I is all over the map, both in terms of what I write and its quality. (Unless, your opinion is I'm generally bad, which is an opinion with which I often, morosely, agree.)

• In RL, I am extremely shy. When I was first in college, I scored in the 15th percentile on a Social Extroversion scale, which means that 85 percent of people are more outgoing than me.
  
  I work in sales, though, so go figure.

• I really, really like ice cream, wine, cheese, and cunnilingus.
  
  Though, perhaps, not quite in that order.

• I like music. Especially classical music. Duh.

[Secret aside to my Podiatrist] But, Doctor! Eve said confession would be good for my soles.

I had no freakin idea that you were minervous. I kinda new you were SET.... now I dont feel bad for having all my alts



I just went back and scoured the Altmania thread and man, what a fun thread that was. I was working out of town then and could only catch up occasionally, but it was cool to read about you guys having so much fun



I just went back and checked, because I just knew I had you on my faves and yeah, there is Minervous on the top. So, your female impersonator alt impressed me enough that I listed you as my first favorite because they are listed in the order you add them, not in alphabetical order, lol.Boy do I feel dumb...shouldn't I be used to that by now?

 

[Guest]

I did not know you're bi. I really do read almost all your poems. I'm a fan, but I don't recall reading any poems about anything bisexual, unless you just haven't written anything about it. It would be interesting, though.

I have several bi poems.

I understand about the depression. I've dealt with bipolar and manic fun off and on over the years. It's not nearly a bother like it was when I was younger. I know that poetry can be great, great, great therapy!

Writing poetry is certainly my therapist AND it's free.

I didn't know we share a diagnosis or two. LOL
The PTSD can be hell. I have either Major Depression or Bipolar I, depending on which chart you look at. LOL

What a thing to have in common, eh? Let's share poetry.

 

[normal jean]

I'm glad it wasn't too bad what I did. If you talk with some of the people who have known me over the years, I'm pretty gentle when it comes to poetry comments. Sometimes, I may write something that seems harsh, and it's simply because I was being too blunt without even realizing it. Making suggestions/comments on someone's work can be very difficult. I'll even make a comment and rewrite it a dozen times before posting. I always try to think of how I would react to the comment if it was directed at me.
I think the only poetry I trash is my own. I put down a lot of what I write. But it's mine, so I can do it!

Eve-

I always liked it when you were blunt because you never gave me bad advice. And I knew I could trust you because I admire your poetry so much. YOU and Pat are probably the only ones who ever gave me what some people would call harsh advice and it was not that it was harsh, it was the truth and helped me so much.

I know I haven't done near the work that so many others here have, but as far as getting my work published elsewhere ( than here) I would say that you and Pat and Anna are the ones that pushed me, in a kind gentle way. I'm happy with what I have done so far and I feel lucky because lots of people are not happy no matter what they have done.

Thank to you, I am not afraid to write whatever the hell I want to write. When I first read your Bob and Conrad poems, and Tammy's cemetery poems, I thought, Holy Jesus!" It's okay to write like that?

I imagine that someday my grand and great grand kids will be reading you ( and some of the others here from Lit) in their Literature classes.

yeah, I love you too you wicked thang You took in this homeless mentally fucked up person and made her feel welcome. I'm sure glad it was your review day that day.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I'm Sara who was at one time known as Catbabe.

I write a fair bit but have no poems on Lit under either name. I do post stuff on threads but I stopped submitting poems to lit because know and then I get off my rear and submit them elsewhere. Elsewheres tend to not like it if a poem has been posted some place else.

I do have some rather bad stories that suck *looks at Tzara* donkeys (so not posturing there people--it's true) that I wrote a million years ago before I grabbed a clue or two. Despite the fact that they are a source of embarassement for the cat part of me, I don't take them down 'cause well people still read 'em and have fun so what the hell. It seems selfish to pull 'em and just trash them.


I am pretty careful with my real name because it's spelled oddly enough that it really wouldnt be hard to identify me if the wrong person stumbled opon me. I would rather not be free with my real name and otherwise be myself. Some of you know my name so it's not like it's a big giant secret or anything.


Ah, look, I didnt really tell you didley squat about me. I feel like a girl who won't put out after teasing her date all night long

"It's not you, honey, it's me. I really want to but I just can't. What if someone sees us?!!"

Well, it is me and it's not you. I don't want to get fired so paranoia rules my posts.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Hi. You can call me Dora. I was that kid who read books with her knees up in the back of the bus and pretended to be invisible. It mostly worked.

I am most comfortable around a couple of friends and a fireplace. I like video games and hang out with gamer boys sometimes. I have a bit of a cat fetish. Not as in real cats but as in imaginary science fiction catwomen in latex.

I am bisexual but mostly someone has to kind of hit me over the head and say "wow let's have sex!" before I know s/he is flirting with me. So either I don't flirt with anyone, usually, or I flirt with everyone. I'm not sure which. Maybe it is the latter but I'm just not very good at flirting so it comes out more like the former?

My bosses are very straight-laced and them finding out I post someplace like this would be a problem. (Thus my rl pic only stayed up about 4 hours.)

I would like to be a competent poet before I die, so hopefully I have some time to work on it.

 

[Tzara]

Eve-

I always liked it when you were blunt because you never gave me bad advice.

Evie's bluntness is one of the great things about this place. Whenever she's slammed me upside the head, it's because I've deserved it.

I always kind of sit for a minute, trying to remember what happened. Did I fall down? Did I have a seizure? Why does my head hurt like this?

But then I reorient and remember: Oh, yeah. Eve socked me in the head because I did something stupid in my poem.

I'm being facetious here, but I really do appreciate it. There aren't many people who do that: offer completely honest criticism. She does. Thanks.

No, I am not lobbying to be transported to Hugoland. It's the wrong coast, I'se married, and I don't do ceiling fans.

Thanks, though, if I haven't said.

 

[Tzara]

I do have some rather bad stories that suck *looks at Tzara* donkeys (so not posturing there people--it's true) that I wrote a million years ago before I grabbed a clue or two.

Those stories do not suck™, m'dear. They're pretty good, and very hot. If you freak out and think you're gonna take them down, warn me first. I want copies.

People keep taking down their stories. I like their stories.

Maria, dear, wherever you are, I am speaking to you, among other people. You wrote the best pornographic story I've ever read. Ever. Because it was more than pornographic.

Well, and it was, um, Dont Read This at Work or You Will Have Unpleasant Things to Explain hot, as well.

We all write bad stuff. So did Yeats.

You can clean that up after you're famous.

Until then, share.

 

[Maria2394]

Those stories do not suck™, m'dear. They're pretty good, and very hot. If you freak out and think you're gonna take them down, warn me first. I want copies.

People keep taking down their stories. I like their stories.

Maria, dear, wherever you are, I am speaking to you, among other people. You wrote the best pornographic story I've ever read. Ever. Because it was more than pornographic.

Well, and it was, um, Dont Read This at Work or You Will Have Unpleasant Things to Explain hot, as well.

We all write bad stuff. So did Yeats.

You can clean that up after you're famous.

Until then, share.

OKay, you dragged me out of hiding like an un-dead Jimmy Hoffa.

I am so freaking flattered, that's the nicest sexiest thing anyone EVER said about any of my stories, so I must ask you, which one was it? It might not be "dead" maybe just in another place.

Some of them, well, most of them, are gone forever. I have regretted that. One decent story I lost in my old computer when it froze up and I haven't attempted to reclaim any of the stuff in there.

Perceptions of a Lover....it was a fantasy sort of thing...oh well.

I don't know how much time NJ will give me, she's been sorta domme-ish about me coming in here for a while now.

I'm thinking it was the "Brooks-Brothers" one, isn't that what you called it? ( No Tail, Just Head)If that's the one, it now resides at Clean Sheets, lol. ( they gave me a whole 25 bucks for it!!)

Anyway, You just made my day and I thank you for your kind words.

 

[Tzara]

OKay, you dragged me out of hiding like an un-dead Jimmy Hoffa.

I am so freaking flattered, that's the nicest sexiest thing anyone EVER said about any of my stories, so I must ask you, which one was it? It might not be "dead" maybe just in another place.

Some of them, well, most of them, are gone forever. I have regretted that. One decent story I lost in my old computer when it froze up and I haven't attempted to reclaim any of the stuff in there.

Perceptions of a Lover....it was a fantasy sort of thing...oh well.

I don't know how much time NJ will give me, she's been sorta domme-ish about me coming in here for a while now.

I'm thinking it was the "Brooks-Brothers" one, isn't that what you called it? ( No Tail, Just Head)If that's the one, it now resides at Clean Sheets, lol. ( they gave me a whole 25 bucks for it!!)

Anyway, You just made my day and I thank you for your kind words.

Yeah, the Clean Sheets one. I actually read it here first.

It is a very good story. Story. Besides being like My God, I've burned my eyes! hot.

 

[Maria2394]

Yeah, the Clean Sheets one. I actually read it here first.

It is a very good story. Story. Besides being like My God, I've burned my eyes! hot.

I'm sorry I burned your eyes

Maybe I need to write some more, but a funny thing happened. Somewhere along the way, my magical porn story writing abilities took leave and they haven't even sent me a post card. I hope they realize how this upset s me, lol.

thanks again, ye blinded one

 

[Liar]

I do have some rather bad stories that suck *looks at Tzara*

Tz will have a hard time enforcing that TM. I think we all have prior art.

 

[Equinoxe]

About This Poster

Well, hello. I am Equinoxe, sometimes shortened to Equi, Eq, E, and Noxie—with nothing resembling regularity—, or according to my e-mail, E. Quinn Oxe. It may perhaps come as some surprise, but this is not my real name. My life is stunningly uninteresting: I am also very private about my stunningly uninteresting life. According to my profile, I breed fairies for a living on the island of San Serriffe; I also collect Lillian Mountweazel photographs and I am writing a biography about Jakob Maria Mierscheid. It may perhaps come as some surprise, but none of this is true¹. Likewise, according to my profile, I am at once villainous and amenable, never truthful with anyone and yet easily deceived by any who would wish to do so. Villainous is perhaps a bit much. According to my somewhat more reliable entry in the AH Directory, I am a vaguely predatory lesbian who doesn't support vines², a full-time æsthete and part-time knappalog, and my politics are slightly left of de Maistre. Also, I prefer cats. Furthermore but unmentioned there, I occasionally have a slight infatuation with Egyptologist Salima Ikram (although I was watching a programme on Ancient Egypt the other day and in addition to her there was also a stunning red-haired woman from Yale, but I digress).

As for poetry (Uta wa...), I mostly enjoy traditional forms, particularly East Asian forms—although lately I have been (re-)reading a fair bit of Ancient Greek poetry (I remain amazed that Pindar can throw the line, "Short-lived. What are we? What are we not? Man is a shadow of a dream." into a poem about wrestling). When I write poetry in a Western idiom, I am especially fond of the Sapphic stanza, although I do tend to write quatrains in that form (Sappho never wrote anything so short). Nevertheless, my true poetic love is, as always, East Asia and my favourite living poet is still the Empress of Japan.

My interests, my actual interests that is, mostly involve reading, writing, and artistic endeavours. With regard to nonfiction, I enjoy reading about a variety of topics, and have been known to become very excited by such mundanities as bacteria, but I am especially interested in archæology (particularly Eastern Mediterranean and Central Asian archæology), palæontology (especially Eocene fauna and maniraptoran cœlurosaurs—though they are fairly derived and I am enamoured of the phrase "basal cœlurosaur"), contemporary zoölogy (in particular about cetaceans, cephalopods, avians, and boid snakes), philosophy (though I am by no means well-versed), linguistics (historical linguistics and phonology, mostly), and of course art history (I was absolutely thrilled to learn not so long ago that a lost Watteau painting was recovered: and it sold last month at auction for £12 million, setting a record for a French painter prior to the Impressionists). It would appear from the notes I keep in Opera that I collect poems, Renaissance song lyrics, Zhuangzi references, links to images (mostly works of art), and apparently 19th century quotations about breasts [in case I ever do write a book about the new biologism and evolutionary psychology, which I might call How the Woman Got Her Breasts—unless I decide to go the more serious route, in which case it will be Occidens Cogitat Ergo Evolutionem]. Other interests of mine involve using ligatures and diacritic marks³.

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¹ Except for the part about being a Fairy breeder, naturally.
² Gunaikerastria. n. Fem.: Gunaik-, stem form of guna, n. Fem., woman, erastria, n. Fem., lover (cf. erastes). It really contains a host of invalid pæderastic Ancient Greek cultural assumptions.
Caelebs. adj. Fem. and Masc., (of a plant) not supporting vines. Also, single, unmarried, or celibate (of which it is the etymon).
³ And, of course, footnotes.

 

[Anschul]

Hi Eve,

What a nice thread. Catching up is a wonderful thing. Allows us to remind us who each of us is, a good idea as we are all really connected only by these wires and cables (and poems, and occasionally thoughts and prayers).

I'm Anschul, known by loved ones as Jeff. I'm 61 years old, with seven and nine-year-old daughters and a much younger wife (my second). I also have a 25-year-old son with a (late) first wife. I come from Miami Beach, Florida by way of Philadelphia (born there). I've lived in the same house near South Beach off and on since 1958, but I recently sold the house and relocated to the other end of the world, both geographically and culturally, from South Beach: Lancaster, PA.

I'm a writer by profession and a musician in my soul. My father gave me a beat-up old Martin accoustic guitar when I was eight (I still have it), and it has led me, like a talisman, to some strange and interesting places, the most interesting of which was as a guitar tech for the Grateful Dead (I was better at taking guitars apart and putting them back together than playing them). I was an assistant chef in a family gourmet food business for a while, but now I cook only for fun and at the Bistro in the building next door to this one.

I am a veteran of a terrible military exercise by my country across the Pacific Ocean back in the late sixties and early seventies. I returned home from that adventure sick and disturbed, and became addicted to all sorts of painkillers, both prescription and recreational, but have sorted most of that out in the intervening years. Like Annie, (but differently) I was beaten up as a child by a miserable cur of a ...ahem...man who called himself Dad, and I rejoiced at his death by airplane when I was in high school. That issue remains to be totally resolved. Therapy ensues.

I will write anything and everything someone will pay me to write (I'm sort of a word whore), from press releases to sports to technical white papers and training manuals; and I teach writing courses to employees of large companies. For fun I write a sports column, a political weblog, and poetry. I love form poetry, particularly Elizabethan sonnets, and it was a sonnet by dear sweet Angeline that brought me to the PF&D. I started here writing what I believed to be haiku--oh, have I learned a great deal!!!--but abandoned that to try to get better. I hope I have. I have written about forty sonnets since I joined here, and some of them are even okay. I credit Angeline, Eve, Champagne, LeBroz, Kolkore (where has HE been lately?), and a couple of others here for teaching me how to write better poetry. I hope I'm getting it.

I am an unrepentant flirt (as UYS is constantly reminding me), because I absolutely love women--every single one I meet. I will flirt with anyone who will flirt back, and for as long as she (I'm totally hetero) will continue to flirt back, but I'm basically harmless, as I am shamelessly monogamous and in totally love with a young, smart, tall woman who apparently loves me back. Go figure. (God, so many adverbs! E.B. White--my favorite writer--would be appalled).

I came to Lit because a friend who knows how much I love reading erotic literature pointed me in this direction, but once I stumbled into the poetry corner, I can't bring myself to leave. While I dabble occasionally with reading and writing the porn, I'd rather be here with the poets. You all are a much smarter bunch.

My taste in erotica is boring--I prefer beautifully written encounters between consenting adults of heterosexual persuasion, especially those written by a woman or from a woman's point of view, and while I believe that I am totally accepting of any and every sexual variation, I remain fairly boring and conventional in my personal tastes.

And I wish I had Tzara's bio. He is way more interesting than I.