Drunk Meanderings

[OhMissScarlett]

After more than a few beers, I find myself unable to write much of anything cohesive. Lots of times I've become really inspired while piss drunk only to wake up the next day not to be able to make heads of tails of what I've written.

Has anyone here written anything flat out brilliant while intoxicated? Or just anything that they've deemed "pretty damned good"?

I'm not asking about Papa H. or Robert Benchley. Feel free to share samples of your drunk scribblings. If you don't drink feel free to make fun of the sloshed. Cheers!

 

[carsonshepherd]

Oh God I cannot even count the drunken meanderings.



Center of the world
piano legs
santa fe
drunk again
it deadens the pain. (circa 1993ish)


Urrg. How embarrassing.

Good thing I've given up liquor!

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Oh God I cannot even count the drunken meanderings.


Urrg. How embarrassing.

Good thing I've given up liquor!

Yeah, but you haven't given up beer. So I'm sure they'll be more little gems like this.

 

[Edward Teach]

Haven't written anything really good but have come up with some really good ideas that were used later.

some in stories, some not


Edward The Imaginator

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Haven't written anything really good but have come up with some really good ideas that were used later.

some in stories, some not


Edward The Imaginator

So have I, especially if I've been at a bar or a party. Those are always good settings for people watching.

 

[Edward Teach]

So have I, especially if I've been at a bar or a party. Those are always good settings for people watching.

And the girls get prettier at closing time. Often get some really good ideas then.


Ed

 

[cantdog]

I thought well enough of this modified sonnet to present it to the girl it was written to flatter. I wrote it while awaiting my turn in the bathroom (we stayed at her apartment in Boston).

My wife and I went to Boston for an SCA revel. They passed the cloved lemon.

You bit a clove out of the lemon and kissed the next person, then they did the same and kissed the next. It was a party game someone had researched from the Renaissance. Joanna had passed to me and I to her a few times, and her, uh, gestures during our embraces had convinced me that she was hot for me. (We'd all been drinking and Carolingia was famous for being a society of musical beds. She really did like me awfully well, and I was young and horny all the time, but very much attached.)

So here it is, with no title




Sweet joanna, thy skylarking voice
Hath caused such dangerous things to transpire
As would not have done had not thy sweet fire
Burnt from my heart its power of choice.
The way thy smile doth dimple thy cheek
Thy flirting eyes thy piquant face
Have power to lift a man out of his place
And make him bold to dare to seek
The tender friction of thy lips.
How then, when lemon studded with cloves
Brings forth thoughts of brand new loves
Can arms resist encircling thy hips?

I must be the most intemperate of men;
I only wish it would happen again!

I was still pretty sloshed and I could hear her through the thin walls step into the bathtub and move her naked body in the water, sloshing and splashing and scrubbing...

Anyway. It did not succeed only because I forced myself not to get up and go to her. It did succeed in eliciting her entreaty to do just that once my wife was asleep. It may not be a great poem, but it has a pedigree of actually accomplishing a seduction. An unconsummated one, but still.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

I think that falls under the brilliant category. It would've worked on me.

 

[cantdog]

She was actually purring, but I was married and I did sober up enough to hang tough. i was nineteen. It was heroic of me, but I probably would have been more heroic not to have written it.

 

[impressive]

It would've worked on me.

Me, too. I am very affectionate (yet incoherent) when drunk.

Writing while sloshed? Fuggedaboudit!

 

[Guest]

under the influence

well, all i can say is that i get some pretty hot ideas when the liquor has invaded my veins. sometimes alcohol can be the KY for the lubrication of my writing.
if im coherant enough to scribble something down, 90% of the time, i'll be able to make heads or tails of it the next day and continue on. habit? no, but fun in the rare moments it does happen.

 

[Guest]

I wrote The Triple Treat while drunk.

It's a bit whacky and surreal, and was my entry for last year's Halloween comp. I actually got a nomination for "most original sex scene" for the year end competitions with it. Hehe.

Lou

 

[matriarch]

Me, too. I am very affectionate (yet incoherent) when drunk.

Writing while sloshed? Fuggedaboudit!

*writing in my notebook........very affectionate when drunk....

 

[carsonshepherd]

I'm ever so tempted to edit my above post, since I was a bit drunk when I wrote it last night, but that would defeat the whole spirit of this thread so I won't.

cantdog you are a fabulously brilliant drunk. If I only wrote things half so good sober.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

I was drunk of course when I started the thread, so don't you dare edit your post, Carson.

Note: this could possibly become the 'how it sucks to write with a hangover' thread.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I was drunk of course when I started the thread, so don't you dare edit your post, Carson.

Note: this could possibly become the 'how it sucks to write with a hangover' thread.

How about a "Morning Regrets" thread?

Shit, fuck a thread. We could write a novel about that!

 

[OhMissScarlett]

This little scribbling might be my worst "poem" ever. I would never actually submit this. I found it scrawled in the back of my checkbook after one of those nights I went to every damn bar in town. No more tequila rose for me!

Dilemma
another drive uptown
take the same way back
watching outside for someone who will never
come over again
Definition
Last chance
Ok, 900th last chance and no more
loose ends that will never get tied
Decision
Leave this place or leave my life
go somehwere that sucks in a different way
Denial

 

[carsonshepherd]

This little scribbling might be my worst "poem" ever. I would never actually submit this. I found it scrawled in the back of my checkbook after one of those nights I went to every damn bar in town. No more tequila rose for me!

Dilemma
another drive uptown
take the same way back
watching outside for someone who will never
come over again
Definition
Last chance
Ok, 900th last chance and no more
loose ends that will never get tied
Decision
Leave this place or leave my life
go somehwere that sucks in a different way
Denial

Worst poem ever? Love, what you can do piss drunk is 100 times better than what I can do on my best day. Everyone should thank me for not writing poetry anymore.

I think it's pretty good.

(bitch)

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Worst poem ever? Love, what you can do piss drunk is 100 times better than what I can do on my best day. Everyone should thank me for not writing poetry anymore.

I think it's pretty good.

(bitch)

Aww shucks, Carson.

Maybe drinking too much isn't my problem, maybe it's not drinking enough.

 

[Colleen Thomas]

After more than a few beers, I find myself unable to write much of anything cohesive. Lots of times I've become really inspired while piss drunk only to wake up the next day not to be able to make heads of tails of what I've written.

Has anyone here written anything flat out brilliant while intoxicated? Or just anything that they've deemed "pretty damned good"?

I'm not asking about Papa H. or Robert Benchley. Feel free to share samples of your drunk scribblings. If you don't drink feel free to make fun of the sloshed. Cheers!

I have chronic headaches, so quite often I am out of my gourd on pain killers. Often what I write then is absolutely brillaint! so vivid it astounds me.

pf course when I wake, it's utter gibberish, with few if any words discernable

Coolridge I ain't unfotuneatly.

 

[Colleen Thomas]

I wrote The Triple Treat while drunk.

It's a bit whacky and surreal, and was my entry for last year's Halloween comp. I actually got a nomination for "most original sex scene" for the year end competitions with it. Hehe.

Lou

it was brillaint

Drunk or not, your imagination is some kinda hot Lou

 

[Guest]

it was brillaint

Drunk or not, your imagination is some kinda hot Lou

Thanks, babe.

And it was thanks to you that it got the nomination.

Lou

 

[LadyJeanne]

Aww shucks, Carson.

Maybe drinking too much isn't my problem, maybe it's not drinking enough.

It worked for Hemingway!

 

[carsonshepherd]

It worked for Hemingway!

It doesn't work for me though. Believe it. I've been trying for years!

 

[cantdog]

I'm ever so tempted to edit my above post, since I was a bit drunk when I wrote it last night, but that would defeat the whole spirit of this thread so I won't.

cantdog you are a fabulously brilliant drunk. If I only wrote things half so good sober.

I was very motivated and I loved the sonnet form the way some people get into haiku. I was devouring Andrew Marvell and Shakespear and Donne at this time of my life. And there she was in the next room naked and rubbing herself; it was torture. I sweated bullets to get it to scan in words of one syllable as much as possible. I am most effective as a writer in words of one syllable.

I present ed it to her while she was wrapped in a towel and a robe and coming out of the bathroom. When I came out she met me. She said I really ought to come to her room once my wife was asleep.

And I didn't, but by that time I was more coherent. It was extremely hard to sleep though.