Lit blog

[GuiltyPleasure]

Finis.

 

[WickedEve]

I am blog ignorant. I just read the last 6 or 7 pages of this lit blog, and I'm still not sure what a blog is or should be or should strive to be. So many of you are telling the most personal details of your lives, your ailments, your mental health.
I googled some blog info and it said that many bloggers want to be the center of attention. I'm actually cool with that. Some of the posts here are interesting. Some seem so trivial and not worth writing down. But is that what blogs are about? Write it all down? I think I should avoid this blog, unless you people are prepared for several pages of dildos, possums, and what a troll my ex is. Jeez, I don't even want to hear about that.

 

[vampiredust]

dildos and possums? that sounds like an interesting combination

 

[WickedEve]

dildos and possums? that sounds like an interesting combination

You don't combine the dildo with the possum.

But what about my blog question? Is it an "anything goes" sort of thing?
Is this a blog entry:
I got up this morning and blew my nose. I kept the soiled tissue to remind me that I'm a snot sometimes.





I'm such a snot.

 

[bluerains]

blogs are

I am blog ignorant. I just read the last 6 or 7 pages of this lit blog, and I'm still not sure what a blog is or should be or should strive to be. So many of you are telling the most personal details of your lives, your ailments, your mental health.
I googled some blog info and it said that many bloggers want to be the center of attention. I'm actually cool with that. Some of the posts here are interesting. Some seem so trivial and not worth writing down. But is that what blogs are about? Write it all down? I think I should avoid this blog, unless you people are prepared for several pages of dildos, possums, and what a troll my ex is. Jeez, I don't even want to hear about that.

an intimate way of sharing your life in memory..with friends and family...they can connect and see your life as you can participate in the energy of those who live apart..i have just begun to study the real aspects of a blog...

 

[WickedEve]

an intimate way of sharing your life in memory..with friends and family...they can connect and see your life as you can participate in the energy of those who live apart..i have just begun to study the real aspects of a blog...

Ah.
I also found this:
"Blogs often provide commentary or news on a particular subject, such as food, politics, or local news; some function as more personal online diaries."
So, I guess most anything goes on a blog?

 

[bluerains]

Ah.
I also found this:
"Blogs often provide commentary or news on a particular subject, such as food, politics, or local news; some function as more personal online diaries."
So, I guess most anything goes on a blog?

we can give so much to our families and friends to post memories on this blog...as you eve...I love pictures ....and you would really rock on blogs...as you are a diva...of art...bow and humble to your sweetness...

 

[WickedEve]

we can give so much to our families and friends to post memories on this blog...as you eve...I love pictures ....and you would really rock on blogs...as you are a diva...of art...bow and humble to your sweetness...

I hope you don't mind this question, but you send your family to literotica to read your blog entries?
To my sweetness?

 

[Maria2394]

speaking of family..

I accidentally found my daughter's boyfriend's blog today. A live journal thing. I got about two paragraphs ino it and at first thought it was a cousin in Ohio, then I realized, OMG!! I felt so bad, almost ashamed. I didnt read anymore. But it is a public access blog, I still wouldnt feel right reading it...


its good to have a place where you can put anything and basically not have to worry. and some of us on here woudl be so very easy to find if anyone had the inclination.
I'm not worried about stalkers though, my husband said if I ever got kidnapped, they would not keep me very long


write on



maria

 

[Tzara]

I think I should avoid this blog, unless you people are prepared for several pages of dildos, possums, and what a troll my ex is.

It might be kind of interesting. What I don't know about dildos is, well, just about everything. I'm so vanilla one would think I should be writing devotional verse for Focus on the Family, 'cept for the godless Commie hippie politics. (I do live in the far left of the country, you know.)

Now possums I know something about. We have some around here that you actually see during the daytime once in a while just wandering nonchalantly around. We see their footprints in the snow, when we have snow. I think they live in the tree in my neighbor's back yard.

I don't have an ex, but I could write about the Fremont Troll. But it's kind of a Seattle thing.

I got up this morning and blew my nose. I kept the soiled tissue to remind me that I'm a snot sometimes.

Is there more to this story, or are you just going to leave us hanging?

 

[WickedEve]

Is there more to this story, or are you just going to leave us hanging?

hanging

 

[Tzara]

hanging

Understandable.

 

[vampiredust]

I'm not sure where my poetry is going at the moment. Somebody remarked that they thought I needed a bigger plot, rather than all this subtlety I use. I'm not sure whether that's true. I've experimented a lot lately and like the imagist style I use frequently.

The poem I wrote a few minutes ago in the passion thread is the kind of thing I'd like to keep on writing

 

[Tzara]

It's really hot here.

Don't laugh. It's hot by almost anyone's standards—97 (36° C) Friday, 95 yesterday, and supposed to be 92 today. Our normal high this time of year is 75 (24). So it's really ugly.

I don't feel much like writing. I don't feel much like doing anything, actually. I just lay around and drink lemonade and watch Le Tour and the British Open. Watch the Mariners get their butts kicked by the Sox. (Hey, wait a minute. We won yesterday.)

Anyway, this got me thinking about writing. How I write, what works for me. What doesn't. Hot weather doesn't work, because it makes it hard for me to think, and I write "intellectually". That sounds pretentious, I know, but what I mean by it is that my writing originates intellectually or analytically as opposed to emotionally, as it does for many people. I may be wrong about this, but it seems that a lot of people who are attracted to poetry come to it from an emotional need. Just think of how often a new poet will say something like "I write poems because feelings swell up inside me and I just have to write them down." I don't mean to say that an emotionally based poet doesn't think about his or her writing—the craft and care in, say, Yeats is obvious—but that the core or origin of their poems is emotional.

I don't come from there. Even when I've experienced something emotionally important to me that I want to try and say something about, I start by trying to analyze the feeling—think about what I want to say about it, what it meant to me and why—and then work on trying to capture that (the analyzed experience).

What I find I sometimes have to guard against is trying too hard to write in a style that isn't mine. I am sometimes so impressed by other poets' work whose basic style is emotional that I start to feel inadequate, like there isn't enough life in my poems. That there may, in fact, not be is not the point. I can't really write the other way because that isn't how I am.

OK. I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

 

[wildsweetone]

I'm not sure where my poetry is going at the moment. Somebody remarked that they thought I needed a bigger plot, rather than all this subtlety I use. I'm not sure whether that's true. I've experimented a lot lately and like the imagist style I use frequently.

The poem I wrote a few minutes ago in the passion thread is the kind of thing I'd like to keep on writing

which poem?

 

[Senna Jawa]

Hot

so hot. No, I am not complaining.

 

[Tzara]

so hot. No, I am not complaining.

Nor would I expect you to, SJ. I think, if I remember correctly, you are in California, which is a place that sometimes gets hot. Perhaps often gets hot. One would think, though, that complaining about it would be useless and rather silly.

I live in a place that is rarely hot. So, I like to complain about it.

No, it doesn't work any better to keep it cooler.

I sure like to complain, though.

Welcome back. I have missed you, incompetent though I am.

 

[vampiredust]

It's really hot here.

Don't laugh. It's hot by almost anyone's standards—97 (36° C) Friday, 95 yesterday, and supposed to be 92 today. Our normal high this time of year is 75 (24). So it's really ugly.

I don't feel much like writing. I don't feel much like doing anything, actually. I just lay around and drink lemonade and watch Le Tour and the British Open. Watch the Mariners get their butts kicked by the Sox. (Hey, wait a minute. We won yesterday.)

Anyway, this got me thinking about writing. How I write, what works for me. What doesn't. Hot weather doesn't work, because it makes it hard for me to think, and I write "intellectually". That sounds pretentious, I know, but what I mean by it is that my writing originates intellectually or analytically as opposed to emotionally, as it does for many people. I may be wrong about this, but it seems that a lot of people who are attracted to poetry come to it from an emotional need. Just think of how often a new poet will say something like "I write poems because feelings swell up inside me and I just have to write them down." I don't mean to say that an emotionally based poet doesn't think about his or her writing—the craft and care in, say, Yeats is obvious—but that the core or origin of their poems is emotional.

I don't come from there. Even when I've experienced something emotionally important to me that I want to try and say something about, I start by trying to analyze the feeling—think about what I want to say about it, what it meant to me and why—and then work on trying to capture that (the analyzed experience).

What I find I sometimes have to guard against is trying too hard to write in a style that isn't mine. I am sometimes so impressed by other poets' work whose basic style is emotional that I start to feel inadequate, like there isn't enough life in my poems. That there may, in fact, not be is not the point. I can't really write the other way because that isn't how I am.

OK. I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

I do think your poetry is emotional (and awesome) Tzara

I do feel something when I read yours, it's as if you have subconsciously woven your feelings into the fabric.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Anyway, this got me thinking about writing. How I write, what works for me. What doesn't. Hot weather doesn't work, because it makes it hard for me to think, and I write "intellectually". That sounds pretentious, I know, but what I mean by it is that my writing originates intellectually or analytically as opposed to emotionally, as it does for many people. I may be wrong about this, but it seems that a lot of people who are attracted to poetry come to it from an emotional need. Just think of how often a new poet will say something like "I write poems because feelings swell up inside me and I just have to write them down." I don't mean to say that an emotionally based poet doesn't think about his or her writing—the craft and care in, say, Yeats is obvious—but that the core or origin of their poems is emotional.

I don't come from there. Even when I've experienced something emotionally important to me that I want to try and say something about, I start by trying to analyze the feeling—think about what I want to say about it, what it meant to me and why—and then work on trying to capture that (the analyzed experience).

What I find I sometimes have to guard against is trying too hard to write in a style that isn't mine. I am sometimes so impressed by other poets' work whose basic style is emotional that I start to feel inadequate, like there isn't enough life in my poems. That there may, in fact, not be is not the point. I can't really write the other way because that isn't how I am.

OK. I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Just me, but I think your *thinking* too much. I had a friend once say to me. Write it out, then go back, add and take away. What *speaks to you about this and leave it. Yes, I am one of those emotional writers. I write it out. I wish sometimes to be more like others writers, but I am not and that is OK too.

I love your writing !! As VampireDust says ... You weave and we follow, every word ~

I think this is what makes Lit so awesome. A melting pot of writers just going at it, their way, in their time. So many different styles, and ways of expressing everything in a mosaic mirage ...

Go ahead, try new things my friend. You never know what will happen. This is how we grow and flourish as writers.

Be Happy ~

 

[annaswirls]

Ah.
I also found this:
"Blogs often provide commentary or news on a particular subject, such as food, politics, or local news; some function as more personal online diaries."
So, I guess most anything goes on a blog?

just my two cents: some view a blog as a free and easy way of keeping their own website-- like you could have an eve's habit blog and put up your poetry, other people's poetry, artwork, etc. People who used to buy webspace to record information about their hobbies now just blog it for free. Some poetry journals are being switched over to blog format, if you know what you are doing you can change the format around, etc. Kind of like Dennis's 4 hour hard on, etc. Many have audio components, video, etc etc. Some act like bulliten boards. However people wanna use it. Like I have a blog, Vinegar and Brown Paper to put up my poetry so no one can read it

(I know you know more about blogs than you let on you little fiesty devil you)

just depends on what you have to say, Captain Kirk would have the Captains blog, etc

I think that the blog here is also substitute for some of the threads that do not pop up as much, making personal announcements, like when I started a thread to say I got a job (oh oh how will literotica go on without anna on 24-7? ) or the other posts that were more like personal banter (opposum, dildo, giraffe (I never got the giraffe references, though)

 

[Maria2394]

conduit

Tzara-



I have encountered many a science type person who also had a gift for writing poetry. I have come to see it as a sort of USB port maybe? btween the left brain and right brain. A sort of desire to reconcile something form the sub conscience to the mainstream and sometimes it is frustrating. anna has virtually mastered it though

String theory wrangled a few poems from me a while back and while I do not understand all the math that accompanies that theory, I understand the fundamentals and they occupy my brain more than I like to admit, the wonder of it all just pulls like a vortex, aching to suck me into the "rest" of the universe..someday I plan on letting go...

I think that there are dimensions of being, disregarding the usual views of an afterlife, see it as frequencies, and when we pass on, like frequencies will cling, like poets to poets and so on, until a sort of cosmic thread is woven and we are all a collective, ( no, not like the BORG< i hated them...anyway...)

I have to say, I also enjoy your work. I dont say it enough though, and for that I am sorry. I am usually in awe of some poets' work here..I wont mention them for fear of starting a new list, but youre on that "list"



turn your lobes loose and see what they come up with!!

maria

 

[WickedEve]

(I know you know more about blogs than you let on you little fiesty devil you)

Nope. I've actually never paid much attention to blogs. The control panel for my webspace will set up a blog for me, but I've ignored it for the past few years. I like what dennis did with his hard on... I said, I like what dennis did with his hard on. I had to repeat that. I'd rather do something like that than post an online diary.

Anyway, I started reading what I thought was going to be poetic blog entries on the lit blog thread. Though I suppose writing down just about any thought could eventually lead to a poem.

little feisty devil? Are you being bitchy or flirting with me? Does this post count as a blog entry?

 

[Tzara]

I seem to have—this is not an uncommon thing—once again munged up something that I've said. Not been clear about things.

I am not unhappy with how I write. I am not very concerned about the fact that I don't write from an "emotional" viewpoint. As I said, that isn't me and I don't think that way.

What I was trying to say was that my style, my way of writing, seems to be different from the majority of the poets who post things here. Many of those posting here write in a style that I am myself uncomfortable with, but who are poets whom I admire. Because I really like their poems, I sometimes wish I could write like them.

I can't.

But, then, they probably can't write like me either. (Well, they're good writers, so maybe they can. That isn't the point. And anyway—why would they want to write like me? I can tell you—there ain't much recompense in it.)

Thank you all, anyway. I am not losing sleep over the fact that I am not the most stylin' poet out there. I just do my thing. If it works, we're square.

And if it doesn't work? Well. . . well. . . whatever. Sorry.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

A visitor from England expressed an interest in seeing the Rockies from the ground having seen them several times from the air. We never tire of showing off our adopted country of which we’re so proud so we made hasty plans to take a trip to Calgary.

Here we are ensconced in Revelstoke looking at the mountains and the dried up golf links. I’m surprised how starved I became for the Internet so I’m getting my half-hour fix until we get back on Monday. I felt oddly subversive in those Internet cafés and could never bring myself to use one on the way here.

We’ve taken some back roads through artists’ communities and fruit farms. I’ve had The Best raspberries ever from the roadside stalls. We disturbed a black bear trying to pry open a trashcan at a picnic spot. It turned and stared at us then ambled off swaying its hip seductively.

I’m bushed – being chauffeured in an air-condition Mazda can be exhausting.

 

[RhymeFairy]

A visitor from England expressed an interest in seeing the Rockies from the ground having seen them several times from the air. We never tire of showing off our adopted country of which we’re so proud so we made hasty plans to take a trip to Calgary.

Here we are ensconced in Revelstoke looking at the mountains and the dried up golf links. I’m surprised how starved I became for the Internet so I’m getting my half-hour fix until we get back on Monday. I felt oddly subversive in those Internet cafés and could never bring myself to use one on the way here.

We’ve taken some back roads through artists’ communities and fruit farms. I’ve had The Best raspberries ever from the roadside stalls. We disturbed a black bear trying to pry open a trashcan at a picnic spot. It turned and stared at us then ambled off swaying its hip seductively.
I’m bushed – being chauffeured in an air-condition Mazda can be exhausting.

A hip swaying ... seductive bear? Wow Hun, you gotta come home. Seems the wildlife out there has turned your head.



Sorry, I was so amused by this picture. Can ya imagine a bear in drag? Has to me and my overabused imagination.

*still giggling over the bears lipstick, high hills and strapless red dress, as it winks at the passerby's while dippin back into the trash can ~



Seems I need a vacation now ...