Erotic Villanelle Challenge

[WickedEve]

I guess it wasn't working as an erotic villanelle, or maybe it didn't work as a villanelle, and since I didn't get any comments, I'm getting paranoid, and thinking that maybe it wasn't even a villanelle! Or it was just too disturbing. In a moment of embarrassment and insecurity, I'm removing it. I'll return with something fluffier.

 

[Tzara]

Funny you ask because I was waiting to get a chance to post again to this thread and I was hoping that you'd be here by then. And what I have to post has something to do with Russell's paradox — a little tangentially, but the connection is there.

There was a logical puzzle in the first three posts to this thread.

Bijou said I am in in if someone else is in.

I said I am in if bijou is in.

Question: is anyone then in?

I really want all your answers to this question, and I'm particularly interested in what you, Tz, have to say.

So what do you think: was anyone then in?

Oh, oh. Strange loop alert!

Well, Ramsey Lewis is in. Brian Ferry is in. Tom Petty apparently knows someone who's in.

Bijou is always in, like Dom Perignon or a little black dress. Or maybe Bijou is always in a little black... wait, that isn't exactly a dress, now is it?

It's little, though.


Memo to self: Put tongue back in mouth. Close jaw.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm mostly in me but if I put myself out I can get inside your head

 

[Tzara]

Funny you ask because I was waiting to get a chance to post again to this thread and I was hoping that you'd be here by then. And what I have to post has something to do with Russell's paradox — a little tangentially, but the connection is there.

There was a logical puzzle in the first three posts to this thread.

Bijou said I am in in if someone else is in.

I said I am in if bijou is in.

Question: is anyone then in?

I really want all your answers to this question, and I'm particularly interested in what you, Tz, have to say.

So what do you think: was anyone then in?

Actually, there is no puzzle there. For example:

Bijou: I am in if someone else is in.

Eluard: I am in if Bijou is in.

Me: I'm in.​

You only get a strange loop if only the first two statements exist. Which was, I guess, your point.

But, gee. I'm in now. I'd better write something:

The Art of Seduction

He played a CD of Vanilla Ice.
He hoped to warm her up. He sensed a chill.
As music goes, it wasn't very nice

and, stupidly, he even played it twice.
The thought was she would really catch the thrill.
He played a CD of Vanilla Ice

and danced and shook his hips, her to entice
with moves and with gyrations of rare skill.
As dancing goes, it really wasn't nice—

his steps were clumsy, odd, and imprecise.
The wine he offered her was just cheap swill.
He prayed his CD of Vanilla Ice

(his boyz had given him this fine advice)
would get her into bed for him to drill.
As music goes, it pretty much was vice—

erotic as a bowl of plain white rice
—and everything from there went straight down hill.
He played a CD of Vanilla Ice.
The music though, sent her off in a trice.
​

Well, folks, that is about as erotic as I'm gonna get today, I think. Sorry.

 

[Angeline]

Actually, there is no puzzle there. For example:

Bijou: I am in if someone else is in.

Eluard: I am in if Bijou is in.

Me: I'm in.​

You only get a strange loop if only the first two statements exist. Which was, I guess, your point.

But, gee. I'm in now. I'd better write something:

The Art of Seduction

He played a CD of Vanilla Ice.
He hoped to warm her up. He sensed a chill.
As music goes, it wasn't very nice

and, stupidly, he even played it twice.
The thought was she would really catch the thrill.
He played a CD of Vanilla Ice

and danced and shook his hips, her to entice
with moves and with gyrations of rare skill.
As dancing goes, it really wasn't nice—

his steps were clumsy, odd, and imprecise.
The wine he offered her was just cheap swill.
He prayed his CD of Vanilla Ice

(his boyz had given him this fine advice)
would get her into bed for him to drill.
As music goes, it pretty much was vice—

erotic as a bowl of plain white rice
—and everything from there went straight down hill.
He played a CD of Vanilla Ice.
The music though, sent her off in a trice.
​

Well, folks, that is about as erotic as I'm gonna get today, I think. Sorry.

Hah! It's a villanelle AND advice on how not to get the girl. Double happiness. Or something.

 

[The_Fool]

Hah! It's a villanelle AND advice on how not to get the girl. Double happiness. Or something.

*poke* Your turn.

 

[Angeline]

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

Fooly this thing is sad. We're throwing lines at each other and missing by a mile, lol. I think a good edit when it's done can make it more presentable. I'll have a go at it. (Or you can.) You can boo and hiss if you don't like it.

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

their sacrament of hips and lips worthwhile

 

[champagne1982]

waaaaaaaaaait a ding dongy minute here foolio and ange. You are finished your villan elle thingie... 5 stanzas the final being a quatraine...

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile;
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

 

[Angeline]

waaaaaaaaaait a ding dongy minute here foolio and ange. You are finished your villan elle thingie... 5 stanzas the final being a quatraine...

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile;
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

I know. He probably does, too. But it still needs editing.

 

[the Snood]

Tzara sez:

> Bijou said I am in in if someone else is in.
>
> I said I am in if bijou is in.
>
> Question: is anyone then in?

Hmmm... in actuality, yes - as we all are here. However, since the logic tends to require you and bijou to hold hands and jump in together at a pre-arranged moment - a rather difficult thing to do in an inherently sequential "place" such as this - then no, we are not here.

Or at the least you and bijou were not here 'til someone else was, followed by bijou and then yourself - your seminal posts not withstanding.

Hmmm...

In heterogenous alarm system design, we have a similar problem. Say that a communicator monitors the relay outputs (fire, trouble et cetera) of an alarm panel.

The standard supervision resistor technique works, so that the communicator can send a trouble report to central station should the connections to the alarm panel fail, but the alarm panel has no way to know this as relay outputs are not supervised by the panel itself.

Presuming that the trouble output of the communicator is supervised in turn by a zone input on the panel, how would the panel communicate this trouble?

Further, since both systems are in trouble at the same time and because of one another, how can this trouble ever be cleared?

Yada yada yada...

By the way, egg.

Snood

 

[Tzara]

Tzara sez:

> Bijou said I am in in if someone else is in.
>
> I said I am in if bijou is in.
>
> Question: is anyone then in?

Hmmm... in actuality, yes - as we all are here. However, since the logic tends to require you and bijou to hold hands and jump in together at a pre-arranged moment - a rather difficult thing to do in an inherently sequential "place" such as this - then no, we are not here.

Or at the least you and bijou were not here 'til someone else was, followed by bijou and then yourself - your seminal posts not withstanding.

Hmmm...

In heterogenous alarm system design, we have a similar problem. Say that a communicator monitors the relay outputs (fire, trouble et cetera) of an alarm panel.

The standard supervision resistor technique works, so that the communicator can send a trouble report to central station should the connections to the alarm panel fail, but the alarm panel has no way to know this as relay outputs are not supervised by the panel itself.

Presuming that the trouble output of the communicator is supervised in turn by a zone input on the panel, how would the panel communicate this trouble?

Further, since both systems are in trouble at the same time and because of one another, how can this trouble ever be cleared?

Yada yada yada...

By the way, egg.

Snood

I love you, Snood.



Oh, wait. Before I say that, I'd better do some Quick Scan on Your Sexuality.

Hmm. Profile picture is indeterminate, though hairy.

I'm OK with hairy.

OK. Never mind.

 

[the Snood]

Thank you. I now feel all warm and fuzzy.

 

[Tzara]

Thank you. I now feel all warm and fuzzy.

Snoods are fuzzy? Can be fuzzy?


Live and learn, I guess.

 

[the Snood]

Take a look at my profile. VERY fuzzy.

 

[Tzara]

Take a look at my profile. VERY fuzzy.

Did already.

Why.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I think I recognize The Snood's accent. It's not fuzzy at all.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
so fuzzy wuzzy wasn't
fuzzy was he?

 

[darkmaas]

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
so fuzzy wuzzy wasn't
fuzzy was he?

Excellent start. You have the two rhymes. Nothing left to do but fill it out a bit. Five triplets and one quatrain.

BTW nice banana.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

. . . . .

 

[The_Fool]

waaaaaaaaaait a ding dongy minute here foolio and ange. You are finished your villan elle thingie... 5 stanzas the final being a quatraine...

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile;
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

No Darling, five tercets and a quatrain for 19 lines in total.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Excellent start. You have the two rhymes. Nothing left to do but fill it out a bit. Five triplets and one quatrain.

BTW nice banana.

You've seen mine now show me yours ....

 

[The_Fool]

Fooly this thing is sad. We're throwing lines at each other and missing by a mile, lol. I think a good edit when it's done can make it more presentable. I'll have a go at it. (Or you can.) You can boo and hiss if you don't like it.

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

their sacrament of hips and lips worthwhile

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

their sacrament of hips and lips worthwhile
A cherished time away from pain; immune
A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style


Feel free to edit. If I get a spare minute, I will give it a go as well.


I would have done better with you offering up nudity. I just never got a strong visual. I have so much more desire for you than was offered here.

 

[darkmaas]

You've seen mine now show me yours ....

If you mean my vanilla thingy, all thing come to those who wait ...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

If you mean my vanilla thingy, all thing come to those who wait ...

I'm an innocent English filly (welll I was until the Bistroites took me in hand to give me some education) I don't know what a vanilla thingy is

 

[WickedEve]

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
so fuzzy wuzzy wasn't
fuzzy was he?

Is that your villanelle? I think I'm going about this villanelle thing all wrong.