Realism Has Been Eaten by Your Girlfriend's Vagina

[WolfLarsen]

Realism has been eaten by your girlfriend's vagina.

Suddenly, airplanes were flying out of your beer. All of the rats fornicating in your walls are reciting extraterrestrial poetry at you. Your dreams are becoming your new reality. Your penis is now your new pen. Your imagination is becoming a new universe, and suddenly there are nearly 7,000,000,000 universes on the planet Earth – each one a different human mind.

Since the conventional writers could no longer find realism they all ripped off their clothes and screamed at the midnight moon in agony.

Since nobody could find realism all the writers had to come up with their very own writing styles.
As a result, literary posting boards became interesting to read.

Copyright 2014 by Wolf Larsen

[Delta40]

Lol. A plaque of poetry and then the ultimate climax - I imagine those postings would have been amazing to behold Wolf. Thanks

[108 fountains]

Wolf,
These postings of yours are exciting, refreshing and freakish.
You really need to collect them all and publish a book.
I would buy it and, I think, so would at least a dozen other people.
You've actually inspired me to write a poem, and I call it

Ode to a Lone Wolf

Wolf Larsen is one of a kind
Possessing a singular mind
I wonder what the world would be like
If more others like him we could find.

In the air, in the sea, on the ground
Imagine a million Wolf’s running around
All crazy and clever and mad
Replacing the family and friends you once had
For sure it would be very merry
But also a little bit scary

So when all is said and done
I’m glad to know that, despite all the fun,
There really is only just one.

[WolfLarsen]

Since nobody could find realism all the writers had to come up with their very own writing styles.
As a result, literary posting boards became interesting to read.



What the hell was I thinking when I put that part up last night? Perhaps I could blame it on having a few beers, irritation with a slow Internet, being tired, or any number of other reasons. However, I think the problem was me.

First of all, self critically, it weakens the overall piece. If I just lop that part off I think the piece will be stronger.

Secondly, literary posting boards are more interesting than most of the stuff that's been put out there by the publishing conglomerates these days. To read something interesting, all Wolf Larsen needs to do is just look. On this site and others I've read people's works that are better than anything Shakespeare ever wrote.

And sometimes realism is interesting. I think about a novel I read about a boy soldier in Africa – that was amazing! And I think of Spike Walker's novel about crab fishing in Alaska. And I think of Gorky's Mother.

But, on the other hand, when too much stuff is written in a realistic style sometimes it resembles a city with form-follows-architecture that is aesthetically boring.

Last night I remember reading two short stories here where some interesting non-realistic twist at the end made those stories far more interesting to me.

I also want to thank both of you for your comments, you are very kind. And thank you very much for the poem Mr./Mrs. 108 fountains. Cool name!

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Realism has been eaten by your girlfriend's vagina.
In Iraq the realism where has been eaten, in a vagina of whom?
I don't know what happens to the world, everywhere the situation got spasmodic irrigating and convulsive, it seems to me never there is rest and no writer yet has not touched and turned writing abnormal style.....
O, God give us your Mercy....

[DocHeart]

You really are the only person I've ever met whom I want to get drunk with AND hit.

You are most charmingly whimsical. You are one of those lovely people who become impulsively creative when drunk, too. I think I love you, man.

Yet, you compare what people post here to Shakespeare. No, you claim that it's better. Don't make me go get my flogger, boy.

[Steven Hunley]

Your stuff, ol, Wolf-boy Larson is realism to my way of thinking. It's honest. And I'm so happy to see you posting again I did cart wheels all around the living room rug. Go to it. Have at it. Make us tremble in fear and anticipation.

[Jack of Hearts]

Nope, still kinda dumb.

Great point though that we're all exhausted with ham-fisted dirty realism. Yes, hopefully literature does change, but not into inane dog poo.

Probably nothing new can be done, anyways. The question being what have we turned our back on. What allows the tripe that is David Foster Wallace or Jonathan Franzen or Michael Chabon or Jeffrey Eugenides works to persist and have cultural relevance. The only thing the MFA ever inspired in Jack of Hearts was a bonfire.

But wolfpoop, though slightly more pleasant than what's previously listed, is still wolfpoop.





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