the One Hundred and Sixty-fifth Stream
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Untitled Due to Lack of Concentration
One hundred sixty five... this, the 165th Stream. Are they getting old... is writing weekly getting old..? Yes, it's one of those days. Another way of saying writer's block has set in. I could dive into my file of Sunday Streams and see which one interests me today... one that hasn't been posted here, but I've done that before, more than once.or
Untitled Due to Lack of Concentration
What subject do I find interest in this fine day? It's not philosophizing... it's not religion or spirituality... it's not anything in arts. What the hell is my deal today? I wouldn't mind writing if I only knew what there is that I would like to write about. Everything sounds so damn uninteresting... just nothing strikes the imagination, Where o! where is the muse?
((pssst! hey, cec'. you're horny. i can tell. loss of concentration on things and stuff, except for... you know. ..))
I have written when horny before. It's a challenge. More than I thought it would be. In my teen years I ran into a writer by the name of Henry Miller thru two of his books "Tropic of Cancer" and "Tropic of Capricorn." Pretty heady stuff for a young teenager whose testosterone was in constant turmoil. That was so many years ago all I can remember is that there was a lot of very descriptive sex. That's about all a young teen really needs. Later I did find out Miller created a new literary form with those (and other) books. He was a pioneer in the genre. I sure could pick 'em!
Sitting here I had a recall. Something that occurred when I was 15, maybe 16 years old. One of the kids I hung around with was a real character. Not that that has anything to do with this recall, but he got a hold of a little hand-typed, stapled 'book' of sorts, from where I can't remember what he told me. But whoever typed this story out was one hell of a writer... if you like sex. It was about a guy on a train trip and the sexual escapades he had while on this trip. It was definitely a horny little story.
((you must be horny... you keep writing about it))
Erotica. Now there is an acceptable word for horny stories. Erotica is a good sounding word : from the word 'erotic' - (adjective)
1. Of or concerning sexual love and desire; amatory.
2. Tending to arouse sexual desire.
3. Dominated by sexual love or desire.
Now that is something I don't post in this column... except for one time. Sunday Stream (42) was an erotic story based on a late night bus ride. That story just flowed out of me and judging by the views it has, 3252, it's pretty popular! The reason it flowed so easily was I had a theme, a story line to keep me on track. It's not the same as simply being horny. Horny is a state of mind that feeds imagination bits and snippets of sexual ideas solely to keep you aroused. Story? Possibly to an extent but not necessarily needed.
No. You can't write a satisfactory story based only on sexual arousal. The state of sexual arousal must eventually terminate in physicality, not only mentality. And that is what makes a good piece of erotica - an on track story of one or more sexual experiences that is held together with words that arouse the passions in its reader. Anais Nin was another excellent writer of erotica... her words, like those of Henry Miller, were, well how simply can I put it - 'Hot!' The reader has no trouble visualizing the descriptive scenes and are intimately drawn into the story.
That said, I am not going to write any erotica here today. I'm not fully on track. It's taken me quite awhile just to write this Stream, (so far around one hour), something that could be read in just a few minutes. Aren't we writers a strange bunch? All the time we spend putting down words to create a story, fictional or not, just to be doing it. Not at all unlike any other art. The act of creating is both wonderful and exhaustive... and often serves no purpose other than to amuse the creator, (for more read Sunday Stream 107), a creation that is directly tied to sex.
[enough. concentration is quickly dissipating into the ethers]
Today's Stream was brought to you by a combination of writer's block, horniness and simply a need to express those feelings coursing thru my head.. An unusual combination, but one that seems to fit my personal style... whatever that might be.
Cecil
First day on June, 2008
mimosa flower with bee
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much enjoyed this thread, mr. cecil
