about my writings

[SavgeWolf]

I've received a number of comments from my latest creative rush, some good...some critical. No matter which category the comments fall in...I enjoy reading them. At the very least in means my scribbles are being read. But...I need to spell out why it is I write, what the motivations are as well as why I post my pieces at literotica.
I write for release. Sometimes the emotions are of hurricane force and they rush out in my words with the same strength. I write with honesty. Translating what I see and feel, the good and the bad...into some form of literary representation. I write only for myself, but felt moved to start sharing my stuff...the box of tablets, that I've filled over the past twenty years will probably end up in a trash heap someday...but if even one person reads something I've written and enjoys it...then my decision to publish it at literotica was a good one.
Peace to you all.

 

[Angeline]

And peace to you!

I've enjoyed much of your poetry, though I admit I've wrung my hands a few times over typos and such. Not that I don't make them on occasion, I do, but I know that for me I am frustrated when I see good writing marred unnecessarily by little errors that are easy to fix. Please don't take that as a criticism--I like your poems, but fixing the typos will help immensely if you ever decide to go beyond Lit with your work. Please keep writing and posting--I'll keep reading.


Angeline

 

[WickedEve]

Hi
Now that I know you don't mind feedback, I'll starting sending it. I think I got you confused with another writer with a similar name. He didn't like feedback (at least, mine) and he really let me know it! lol So, I was afraid to say a peep about your poems. But now I'll peep.

 

[SavgeWolf]

Wicked eve...

That "other writer with a similar name" was me babe. Please accept my apologies for my reply way back then. Can't give you an excuse for my reply back then....chalk it up to who I was, and still sometimes can be. My second ex always said that my highs and lows, my intenseness, my hate them or love them attitude was because of my birth sign scorpio. My third wife said it was the altitude, as well as the depths, I could reach that turned her on. But...nevertheless, I remember a bit of our exchange a year ago, and still feel bad about it for baring my Wolf teeth at you. Forgive me please.
As with all writers, I guess, it's my life experiences that form the most part of my writing. If you don't mind being bored, I'll share a little...
I was born the son of a career military man, in Madrid, Spain. The next handful of years, in a nut shell, was spent moving back to the states... living in Maine and Mississippi. In 69' he retired and we settled in Minnesota...(wonder whats up with all those M's?)
I grew up in a northern suburb of Minneapolis.
Dad was a boozer, runs in the family. But he was a functional boozer. He held a job for another twenty plus years with the Postal Service. I grew up in a home of alcoholism...and learned to love booze myself, as well as a few other assorted illegal substances.
I learned young to be a radar for peoples moods, feelings etc...I guess it was a survival thing for me as a child, but once you've become a supersensitive beckon you never stop. I learned young how to read peoples thoughts, etc...as if I could hear them in my own head. I know it sounds heavy...but it wasn't all bad. This ability which was for pure survival when I was a child, has benefited me as an adult in many ways. I can relate to and verbally exchange with virtually anyone, any age, any race. Of course this isn't entirely due to my youth...it is also because I've spent my own stint in the army (36 bravo) and worked in a number of different areas in the private sector. I think, also, a great deal of my knack for relating to folks is my reading. I've read a great deal in my life. Though in looks, I'm not the type anyone would associate with a "bookworm" I learned young to love reading. It was another form of escape for me. I read anything that I coud get my hands on....philosophy, classical literature, contemparary fiction etc....
My other escapes, throughout my life, have been wide and varied. I love astronomy, mathematics, the game of chess, history and ecology. But...as my writings hint to, sex....has been my life long "hobby". If I believed in god, I would say I've always been in search of "that missing rib"...<chuckle>...It is only through woman that I've had any moments of peace and solitude in my life.
Sex. I've been married three times, divorced twice. Been in a dozen relationships that were serious, as well as having a good hundred plus one night stands. If there's one area in my life that I can say I excell at...it's sex. From the age of 19 through this very day, I've preferred older women. Of course at 19, that meant thirties and forties....now that I'm almost 40 it means 40's and 50's. I learned how to make love to a woman, and I do mean "make love", when I was 19...I was taught by a 41 year old lady...whom remains an angel in my mind, dream and thoughts every since.
The marriages I spoke of were ended by me. Seems after a year or so a woman forgets the things that were the fire that ignited the relationship...me...hell...I'm hooked on love and lust...and believe the first year should be everyyear of a relationship. In the beginning the fire burns naturally, but after that the fire takes a little tending...I'm great at tending the fire, but you have to have two to tend it to make it burn bright...I will never tolerate a love that is comforable an easy....where's the life, the charge, the energy, the magic in that? Love, lust, life...should be a long road of learning, of fire, of passion...or it isn't worth traveli down at all.
Depression. Suicide. Addiction. Three themes that are epitomes in my life. To sum it all up shortly....I've been on and off treatment for depression since my first suicide attempt. I've used recreational drugs and alcohol not only for enhancemet but also for escape. I've walked the razor blade of these trails my whole life, and crossed over to the otherside twice...only to be brought back my caring but unknowing people.
As you can see...and maybe understand even, after reading my writings...it's a shitload of luggage from the past I try to shed when I write.
Anyways...Eve...
Once again, I apoloize for my attack on your critic a year ago.
and I hope you forgive me.
SINcerely,
Wolf

 

[WickedEve]

I don't remember the details of the feedback. Anyway, it doesn't matter now since I'm distracted by your sexual confessions. I'll try to get over it, though and focus on your poetry. I know the last one I read did have a lot of energy in it. I believe if you get a little better control of that poetic energy, you'll improve your writing. And don't we all want to be better writers? I know I'm still struggling with many aspects of my own writing.
By the way, you certainly have many things in your past and present to draw on for poetic inspiration.

 

[SavgeWolf]

better writers?

I much appreciate your response Eve. I write this only to "don't we all want to be better writers?". As for myself.... just want to write the angst out. Whatever travels to the paper/screen after that action. I've heard it, or read it somewhere...that a piece of writing is never finnished...it's just abandoned. I don't hold that to be true. As you know...I write to release. When I've cut loose the wild emotions that drove me to write something... that something is concrete on a screen or paper...it is done. Like the last words of the mythical jesus on the cross..."it is finnished"
Better writer? I don't understand that. My goal is to discharge the feeling...if I do that...I'm as good as a writer as I could ever hope to be. I'll never be a Henry Miller, or Jack Kerouac...nor a Walt Whitman...but they have taught me not to want to be them...I just want to be what I am...and occasionally be appreciated for who I am.
As for the sexual confessions...hell...just being me. Honest and cards on the table. Hope it didn't upset you Eve. Can't understand why it should. We're all just "used cars" these days...nothing lasts forever (and just maybe thats the greatest comfort of all)

 

[WickedEve]

Re: better writers?

As for the sexual confessions...hell...just being me. Honest and cards on the table. Hope it didn't upset you Eve. Can't understand why it should.

Uh, no. It didn't upset me. I forget you don't know me yet. Oh yeah, sure, I get all upset about sexual confessions. Anyone around here long enough has had to hear about everyone one of my dildos and their names. lol