Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Having Fun at the Gay Bathhouse Together

Canto 7
by Wolf Larsen
Ho! In the orient when the infectious light
Lifts up all his syphilis roaring heads, each with dozens of eyes
Giving homage to all the great pornographic Poets now appearing before our sight in robes of magical words,
Serving wine with all the vaginas & penises of his sinful religion;
And having climb'd the steep up-up-up heavenly 100 story penises,
Resembling strong tidal waves of hysteria in his middle age,
yet drooling brains adore his beautiful walls still,
Attending on his glorious pilgrimage to hell;
But when from highest waterfalls of orgasms, with ecstatic diseases,
Like hungry anger, he reels from day to day,
The eyes, dead but alive, now walking out of his face are
From his excited penis dreams dripping all over thousands of galaxies:
So run! Run like thousands of running noons rolling East!
Worship sin! And beget an illegitimate son!
Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen

Sonnet VII
by William Shakespeare
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill, 5
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, 10
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son. 14

"Worship sin! And beget an illegitimate son!" Just wow. More like this line, Wolf. Let those vaginas, penises, boobs, and asses rest for awhile. Let them come out when they're ready to pump and get pumped again. For now, they are tired.

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Originally Posted by miyako73

"Worship sin! And beget an illegitimate son!" Just wow. More like this line, Wolf. Let those vaginas, penises, boobs, and asses rest for awhile. Let them come out when they're ready to pump and get pumped again. For now, they are tired.

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I just write what's in my head.

Wolf, I hate censorship too. I've been warned several times and banned twice for my erotic stories. To be honest, I'm curious to read an erotic piece from you that does not mention genitals. I think you can do it better than what you've been doing now. The most erotic piece of literature to me is the one that looks at a fruit like a vagina and looks at a vagina like a fruit.

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Originally Posted by miyako73

Wolf, I hate censorship too. I've been warned several times and banned twice for my erotic stories. To be honest, I'm curious to read an erotic piece from you that does not mention genitals. I think you can do it better than what you've been doing now. The most erotic piece of literature to me is the one that looks at a fruit like a vagina and looks at a vagina like a fruit.

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I'm sorry. You have me all wrong. You're not going to get much subtlety from me.

The first thing I learned when I went to school was how to fight. I am a street fighter – or that's how I grew up – I fought primarily the black nationalists & white supremacists because they were a bunch of turds – but after nearly getting shot and also some legal troubles I decided to stop fighting with my fists. I fight with words now. Each phrase of poetry is a swinging fist headed towards the reader's face. That's just the way I am.

Later as a longshoreman (dockworker) I banged things into place. On barges the thick steel cables that we carried from one end of the barge to to the other were like two story long thick steel phrases of poetry to me. And then there was the stevedore work – boxes of frozen fish that weighed 44 pounds to be picked up from the bottom of a pallete and stacked into rows that went up over our heads. Three ton per man per hour minimum. The temperature in the hold up to 25 degrees Celsius below (10 degrees Fahrenheit below). I worked over 90 hours a week often and I worked twice a year, and I had the rest of the year to write and travel around the world. I worked with intensity, and I write with intensity.

You're not getting get much subtlety from me. I bang things into place! I bang poetry into place!

I think the literary world is too soft anyway. It needs more people like me.

If this is really you without pretense and intent to shock, then I admire that in you. A brother of courage and strong will, boldness, in my vocabulary, is also a virtue. I can easily adapt, you know. We can talk about Buddha and Jesus Christ today, and tomorrow we can have prostate or g-spot over a cup of coffee.

Subtlety can still be bold, depending on how a reader takes it. Maybe that's the Asian in me that believes sensuality begins from the fingertips not from the vaginal folds.

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Originally Posted by WolfLarsen

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I'm sorry. You have me all wrong. You're not going to get much subtlety from me.

The first thing I learned when I went to school was how to fight. I am a street fighter – or that's how I grew up – I fought primarily the black nationalists & white supremacists because they were a bunch of turds – but after nearly getting shot and also some legal troubles I decided to stop fighting with my fists. I fight with words now. Each phrase of poetry is a swinging fist headed towards the reader's face. That's just the way I am.

Later as a longshoreman (dockworker) I banged things into place. On barges the thick steel cables that we carried from one end of the barge to to the other were like two story long thick steel phrases of poetry to me. And then there was the stevedore work – boxes of frozen fish that weighed 44 pounds to be picked up from the bottom of a pallete and stacked into rows that went up over our heads. Three ton per man per hour minimum. The temperature in the hold up to 25 degrees Celsius below (10 degrees Fahrenheit below). I worked over 90 hours a week often and I worked twice a year, and I had the rest of the year to write and travel around the world. I worked with intensity, and I write with intensity.

You're not getting get much subtlety from me. I bang things into place! I bang poetry into place!

I think the literary world is too soft anyway. It needs more people like me.

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This is your best piece of serious writing yet.

lol, Delta. So my view that he can write a good piece without genitals has been vindicated.

I agree with Delta, and Miyako, Wolf. This is your best piece of writing yet. In poetry, the words themselves are all important, subtle or nuanced, bold or provocative. But prose gets some of its strength from the strand that hangs them together. This quick little bio suffered no unnecessary wordage, and also lacked references to genitals. Lenny Bruce once noted that using so-called bad words diminished their impact on the audience. Yet it's good powerful writing, writing slimmed down and in shape for a fight. The writing was more like a beast than a mortal man or woman with mere genitals.

Agree with the others. Your bio is stunningly well told.
Now power and derision of your poetry strike hard (as hard as your fists are I guess), words (pornographic) aim to shock as it seems (even if they describe existing oriental phallic temples or bas-frlief love scenes); but your self-trust self-belief are the most admirable. They sign your truth. You write so well, Larsen.

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Originally Posted by miyako73

Subtlety can still be bold, depending on how a reader takes it. Maybe that's the Asian in me that believes sensuality begins from the fingertips not from the vaginal folds.

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You are right – subtlety can be bold. But it feels like it is my destiny to be a bulldozer crashing through everything!

Thank God you write differently than others, I've noticed that. I am so sick and tired of posts that lack imagination or uniqueness. I am very glad that you post your stuff on this site. I think it's great when everybody writes differently than everybody else.

But I will never be like you. And there ain't nobody like me. What you read about in my bio is just a tiny little piece of the iceberg. It's way more interesting than that!

Thank you Bar22 for your compliment. Hopefully it came from the heart. On this site I never know whether the "compliments" are sarcasm or what. But if it was sincere thank you.

When I do write in a conventional style it is very blunt. Much of the conventional stuff I've written I cannot post here because it would probably cause me to get banned, because it is so blunt & honest. (Censorship continues today in the literary world.)

I actually seek to post my tamest stuff on the Internet, in order to have as few problems as possible.

Working as a longshoreman and working on commercial fishing boats I can tell you the environment is a whole lot different than that you would find in academia or the office.

I enjoyed a nearly complete freedom of speech on the docks. There was a very powerful union. And the mentality was as long as you showed up on time and did your job it didn't matter what came out of your mouth, as long as it was entertaining to your co-workers.

This freedom probably has a lot to do with why my writing is the way it is.

Regarding sexuality my two older brothers were significantly older than me, and they caught the tail end of the sexual revolution. The sexual revolution happened at my house. My two older brothers had lots of fun! And it was an interracial sexual revolution in my part of town.

Later, when I was an early adolescent the sexual revolution collapsed. Puritanism made a big-time comeback, in the forms of religious fanaticism and "progressive" political correctness. I hate Puritanism!

If there was a cure for AIDS and herpes the sexual revolution would come roaring back again – and that would have a wonderful effect on literature! One of the keys to freeing literature is freeing human sexuality!

"When I do write in a conventional style it is very blunt. Much of the conventional stuff I've written I cannot post here because it would probably cause me to get banned, because it is so blunt & honest. (Censorship continues today in the literary world.)

I actually seek to post my tamest stuff on the Internet, in order to have as few problems as possible.

Working as a longshoreman and working on commercial fishing boats I can tell you the environment is a whole lot different than that you would find in academia or the office.

I enjoyed a nearly complete freedom of speech on the docks. There was a very powerful union. And the mentality was as long as you showed up on time and did your job it didn't matter what came out of your mouth, as long as it was entertaining to your co-workers.

This freedom probably has a lot to do with why my writing is the way it is.

Regarding sexuality my two older brothers were significantly older than me, and they caught the tail end of the sexual revolution. The sexual revolution happened at my house. My two older brothers had lots of fun! And it was an interracial sexual revolution in my part of town.

Later, when I was an early adolescent the sexual revolution collapsed. Puritanism made a big-time comeback, in the forms of religious fanaticism and "progressive" political correctness. I hate Puritanism!

If there was a cure for AIDS and herpes the sexual revolution would come roaring back again – and that would have a wonderful effect on literature! One of the keys to freeing literature is freeing human sexuality!"

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I read this twice. My God! You're an essayist/creative "nonfictionist"--you have an interesting style for it. Have you tried that genre? You can be the male counterpart of Paglia, whose writing style is intelligent, witty, loud, and acerbic. This is no sarcasm from me. If my partner's balls stink, I tell him.

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Originally Posted by WolfLarsen

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I'm sorry. You have me all wrong. You're not going to get much subtlety from me.

The first thing I learned when I went to school was how to fight. I am a street fighter – or that's how I grew up – I fought primarily the black nationalists & white supremacists because they were a bunch of turds – but after nearly getting shot and also some legal troubles I decided to stop fighting with my fists. I fight with words now. Each phrase of poetry is a swinging fist headed towards the reader's face. That's just the way I am.

Later as a longshoreman (dockworker) I banged things into place. On barges the thick steel cables that we carried from one end of the barge to to the other were like two story long thick steel phrases of poetry to me. And then there was the stevedore work – boxes of frozen fish that weighed 44 pounds to be picked up from the bottom of a pallete and stacked into rows that went up over our heads. Three ton per man per hour minimum. The temperature in the hold up to 25 degrees Celsius below (10 degrees Fahrenheit below). I worked over 90 hours a week often and I worked twice a year, and I had the rest of the year to write and travel around the world. I worked with intensity, and I write with intensity.

You're not getting get much subtlety from me. I bang things into place! I bang poetry into place!

I think the literary world is too soft anyway. It needs more people like me.

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Hunh. That is good. Are pigs flying somewhere? Or is the world coming to an end? Oh, right, that was yesterday.

No, I was not sarcastic. I think your writing is very good, as some other pointed out as well. Also in prose. How did you discover your talent or/and urge to write?
Personally, I'm for freedom of expression. On the condition sex is not the only subject of artistic exploration or revolutionary aesthetic experiences. I'd be most interested to read an essay about your life, for, from the little you're telling here, it has been a hard, though a challenging, contrasted life, Larsen.
I must confess still love Shakespeare, he was a great guy and, btw, he would have been the last to blame your bluntness of expression, well, as I guess, at least.

C'mon Wolf. You've got an audience that isn't just humouring you. Strike while the iron is hot.

I like when you play provocateur, Delta. Just wondering--if we all use Wolf's nasty words, will he change his style? Will you, Wolf, since you will be no longer unique and particularly shocking?

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Originally Posted by miyako73

I like when you play provocateur, Delta. Just wondering--if we all use Wolf's nasty words, will he change his style? Will you, Wolf, since you will be no longer unique and particularly shocking?

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I don't care what you guys do. It would be nice if each of you all wrote in an unusual, individualistic style so that it would be more interesting to click on your threads. Some of you write unusual stuff, but most of you do not. I don't care what kind of words you guys use, just try to write differently than everybody else so that it makes the reading more interesting.

I don't want anybody to write like me. I don't want anybody to write like anybody else. Everybody should have their own unique way of writing. Because with so many writers sounding the same it gets very boring.

Some people ask for more biographical type information. Follow the link:
http://wolflarsen.org/Wolf_Larsen_Interview.htm

I hope the link is okay with the moderator. I never know what's going to upset the moderator. I feel like I'm walking on egg shells around here. Half the time I dread logging in, because maybe they'll be some new warning or some points taken away for God knows what.

I like posting here. I enjoy a good argument, that is if the arguments are intellectual, and not just insults being thrown around.

I hope I don't get banned. But since most of my stuff is "obscene" it's kind of hard to find stuff suitably sterile enough to post here.

I'm sure it's not easy being a moderator. But freedom of speech is priceless.

But then of course there's always the chorus of Puritans who want everything to be Lysol-drenched clean probably putting pressure on the moderator to ban me.

I guess I'm in kind of a morose mode today. I hate Christmas.

And really, why worry about things I have little control over? Unless I want to post Lysol-drenched writing clean of any obscenity and acceptable to the Puritans. I don't feel like doing that. I don't think I have writing free of obscenities. Life is full of obscenity. Maybe academia is squeaky clean, or working in an office, people who stick to the same routine, but underneath the façade of squeaky-cleanness the world is teeming with obscenity and hypocrisy. Those squeaky-clean Puritans often have the most obscene private lives, and what's in their brains, you know it's full of obscene things.

"I enjoy a good argument, that is if the arguments are intellectual, and not just insults being thrown around."

And yet I have seen you be insulting. I think that is more of a concern to the moderators than your "colorful" writing. They understand that the people here who write are trying to create art. (Whether they succeed or not in that effort is another matter :D)