Igor

And it blew his mind, for when she came in, she surprised him by her looks, she looked so different from what he was used to see say a decade or two ago, sadly, he lost touch with her .

And had she looked at herself as he saw her, this is what she may have seen:

images.app.goo.gl/rRX7gNN2bQrQxvtN9

What happened to the plastic fantastic lover he loved? She attained merely one feature: PLASTIC , only plastic.

youtu.be/yymN3Ouzz7o

Igor snapped out of a dream about latex puppets which he was sure he hadn’t really been having. He vomited, filled a glass of hot water and salt and let it run through his mouth as if it was some nice whiskey. Resting his hands on the sink for a while, leaning forward, breathing, wondering where that filthy plastic had entered his mind. He almost fell asleep standing there and woke up by nearly falling down and causing some cling clanging of the pots and pans. He then put on his socks and went to sit on the couch, staring at the black window into the night which he invited to stare back into him.

As he did, a faint glow began to show at the edges of the whimsical frame.-working it’s way toward the blackness of his orbs, thinking that the darkness of them was not the result of the deep stare, but had a blackness of it’s own.

As his yet sleep ridden eyes looked for the anticipated dawn, the birth of the eye of the tiger , who was really HER, the vision of beauty , now reduced through the year, of a cat, the green eyes of the monster of whom years ago he would vouch for body and soul.

She remembers his brother , the duplex extraordinaire, who actually tried to stop her from such absurd and strange regenerecy, that most nowadays judged rather, as a vicious form of feline degeneracy.

How that proud tiger one time au passant in the middle of a sustained dark night of the soul, excommunicated, he tried to cheer up, saying don’t give up to the only venue that offers a slim chance of redemption, assert Yourself , and stick with it, through sticks and stones hurled about?

Why? Who knows but one thing sure,
Someone may come along. Some day, Some how, who will come and holding his burning heart high above the platoons following, will claim some merit in the quest for victory.

This battle was lost, but the war raged on. There are no unconditional surrenders, only that of lazy gods living in the waning light of Walhalla.

Igor spent an entire day on deciding whether he liked the mirror better or the deeply cut and magnificently woven copper and silver ornaments that made up the frame which had made he mirror so impossible to lift when they moved to the 20th floor, down from where they grew up. He had stared at this mirror as a kid and wondered who had made it and if he could also learn to do something special like this. This is why Igor had chosen the education that had come to haunt him so much: metallurgy. There was a metallurgical saying, that had imprinted itself on Igor like acid on metal: “Enough, or Too Much!” And Igor thought this was wise, and stared in the mirror. He liked it. But he also liked the frame. It was weird and he left the room.

He did leave but bound to return. He must have realized by now that his twin brother, the cat’s meow, was way Hong him from the dark, and knew him better then that.

Poor cat gone already 5 times and two times lives remaining, can afford only one more, for heaven’s sake , one needed to be kept in reserve, frame included in the mirrors. Or else he may be. (Framed)

Where is everybody?
Peitho? irrellus? Any
Body. Arc?
I know of only on art,
Temis, and not for self
Or pity.
Or the shut of lonely honesty, or the bravura of having to go out face it, fighting the mad urge, to high,

Igor no slkmeball now, Perth, peth2,
Whete art though petty. Irrellus hiding?

Died?

Can’t be it is as it were yesterday thAt he was always one thought away?

Missing those lazy crazy days but to no avail now the phone dead hoping not you are as.

Here is some quite re iniscense into the grey time shroud as smoke curls up maybe as she smoked .
Tis long, somewhere in the middle of sane apogy left midway so paste it in the middle since both Igor and old Dracula deposing now in futile gardens of delight revisit secret garden next to the upper echelons of strawberry fields and octopus garden, hangin’ by a thread.

Barbarian says real people, yeah good idea, others chiding in,

Well, if closing in characters always been image boy’s fancy, well then the real one come out to play after all.

With maldoror dead and Becket go back?

No come out presumptuous one, and tell em so much Shane is a delight when it is merely a sham to unfreeze, like those very old buildings drac. Slept in through out the ages.

Here, a snipett, when this poem years ago befuddled wring aspirators, through perspirators and other astral projectiors.

Its long reminiscence to Swann, in Remembrances, but OH,
Skip over or ignore it, depending on mood and inclination.

FAQ · Search · Members
UCP Board index » Creative Forums » Creative Writing

Previous topic | Next topic
Page 5 of 15 [ 351 posts ]
Go to page Previous 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 … 15 NextPost new topicPost a replyUnsubscribe topic | Remove from bookmarks | Print view | E-mail friendIgor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Wed Apr 13, 2016 11:58 pm 

American world-view:
they attack us because…'cause…they envy our “freedoms”!!!
They hate us, because we are too good, too rich, and they are eviiiiiiil, they envy!!!
Sharp, not arrogant, not narcissistic at all
Not infantile
Nothing a child would not fall for

What a convoluted way to comprehend the world
That one insults because you are the most blatant, out-landish, hypocrite, way out there
most complex form of Modern insanity, might be too much for you to consider, a little
But I might be bitter
you’ve become a joke, me bloke
and that is why I poke

Look at me, you scream
Looook at meeeeee!!
Look how pretty, genius, loving I am
not a ham

Did we not all learn something from your master?
not mine
The one who’s feet you sat at, from behind
because daddy was unkind,
someone you had to escape to find yourself,
out there
reinventing yourself a Hellene?
how he mind-raped you, B-ill-eeeeh
when you were vulnerable and ill
how he penetrated,
you emulating on someone else
passing on the “love”, I guess
did daddy make you feel that small?

Nice tails, and oh how he adored you,
how he respected you, no?
No!
how he pretended and humored you
And you, who can have any woman, lost one,
she settling for one “beneath” you,
the only one that got away
when she could have been a queen
Casanova in your own dream,
I find
but I am always unkind
don’t you mind

Look at me…look at you
By the gods you’ve fallen over the deep end,
my “friend”
From one boy-toy, you go, to the next,
wanting to be their b-ill master, blaster,
decipher of text
or master-baitor,
the strokes for later
Imitating the “great one”
The only true Nietzsche-an

What a dominating impact he’s had on you,
poor shrew
and only you,
and perhaps a friend or two

Oh Billy!!

when one finds a woman and becomes a man,
a new youngling must replace the loss,
fresh meat
at your feet
in your quest for manliness, for b-illness, a ready host
who was lost
how old are you, again?
A man-child playing guru,
nearly forty

You shall be missed
in a place only good for jest
and you the head-jester
and prime molester

Oh how I learned from B-ill
a thrill
Though what I cannot recall,
it was not so decisive as it was in your psychosis
Before him, BB, it seems
I had no character at all
was small
He inflated me
like he made you
hard to forget
that’s too bad
don’t be so mad

here you are, now, with your idiotic vids
making Igor’s left and right out of kids
Like they created the Taliban
not so fun-ny
honey
it’s all for da money

he will be so proud,
you the true heir of his inheritance
and I a no-body
fo-sure

Back to the van-clan,
oh-Brian
Have fun
I’ll be watching from my window
feeling pity
for my-self
not value-selfing
as I ought to

Ta, Ta

Last post  Re: Igor Jakob
ILP Legend
Joined: Sun Sep 03, 2006 11:23 pm
Posts: 6836
Location: look at my suit
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:23 am 

Yes, a philosopher always represents a fundamental problem.
You are part of a failed solution.
I’ll move on, but not after it is perfectly clear that you threw yourself at me at every juncture; that my own deterioration here correlated with your involvement with my life. It is apparently the case that I affect you physically. Dissonance in your soul, you hate what I say but love how I look and what I can do. Classical problem, entitlement issues. The people wish to own a specific person. The person responds to this in unfavorable ways, is affected too much by the appreciation of his importance. Corruption.

Wotan, blood god, lift all curses.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 1:45 pm 

I love you thinking of me distressed
physically ill, by you, my dear
A lover’s desperation after rejection
it is clear

even my sarcasm is taken seriously
in your self-absorbed witticism
to taste, again
that man-crush, from a new man
the inspiration for the van-clan
an illness with the B-strain

how magical he was
to a lost boy
full of need for recognition
ambition
for power

Though females come to you easily
for real?
In your demented head all is possible
ILP is full of these fabulous declarations of self-exaltation
Ha!
Why go, you belong here
a sanitarium

you show no such reservations with the masculine
With them a daddy you found
and a daddy you wish to be
for free?
Ha!
This is where your homo-eroticism exposes a father figure
that was a stifling shadow

I own nothing and no one
nor do I desire to do so
like you
projection is how you drop your panties
and so the van
child-molesters vehicle
on the run

What “solution” needy man-child?
world needs no solution
you do
rebel without a clue
It needs discovering
uncovering
collecting and saving what is gold
sold, by usurers like you
on the market for ego
with repackaging
for fame and fortune
manipulator of feebleness
you gather a tribe reflecting you
and power expands through weakness

did you not call,
Igor!!
Igor!!
I have unraveled you
and found myself
in self-value-ness
did you not collect old-spinsters to help you in the chant?
or did you wish to “hurt” me with words
thrown from far?
sweet man-child
you are not pleasant to look at
I lied, feeding into your vanity
plain, at best
and being ugly, like me
gives me objectivity
Ha!
feast and be released

What has been lost is shame
even the words used have been seduced
and use shamelessly
But you like it that way
don’t ya? it helps you sway
back and forth, up and down
then you can use words like a small boy
on a seesaw

hope-selfing, self-hoping
love-selfing self-loving
god-selfing self-goading
in your boyish world rocks can be baptized
self-giver
all is alive for the road-shaman
knowing it does not matter out-there
but does inside
metaphors to create mystique
with you the center piece
look at me…look at him
look at me…look at you
look at ME!
LOOOK at MEEEEEE!!!

words to exploit and attract weakness as your own
give them what they lack
denied to you
a lame duck
quack-quacking quackery
boys with no daddies and a poor family
Christ gathering them under his paternal wing
raising them up
on feathers
he pulled from his fowl-rump
Will they fly, for long
or like Ikarus…be lost

cAnus also thinks
every response is a validation
of his argument’s inspiration
of his indubitable effect
It is a common symptom of a shared
dis-ease
and look how many suffering here
each more loony than the next

the one “throwing” himself
is you
your life on display
begging to be appreciated
like you know who
to be seen
revealed revelation
his ghost still overpowers you
you want to throw it upon an other

If you leave, nobody will care
what despair
then come back to expose yourself some more
expecting positivity
vid after vid, pic after pic, post after post
with you the host of need
will they be mesmerized and come?
will they help you cum?
love/lust
Dionysian
valuing
a prostitute wears revealing clothes to draw eyes,
to sell herself on the street corners
and then complains when some are not so kind,
offering for her love nickles and dimes
and she deems them un-desirable, un-usable
worth-less, her price is high-errrrr
that man-slut is you
Allll you

I, a voyeur

It’s not you…it is me
Now go!!

  Re: Igor Ierrellus
ILP Legend
Joined: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:52 pm
Posts: 12544
Location: state of evolving
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 3:07 pm 

Well, hello Dali
Of rap.
And what is this folly?
It’s another trap
For catching ego.
Meanwhile, here we go
Trashing Igor while
He can offer no defense
But a smile.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 3:56 pm 

Defense for what
saggy hag?
For the words you cast about
as if they were magical?
Love
Hope
humanity
oh, the insanity

what am I on trial for
you spinster fool?
Did you not beckon to the monster?
did you not pull words from your behind
did I not respond in kind?

If you dared to define a word like “love”
you would expose
you are a withering rose
of feeble prose
a ho of show
casing, one for the books
for looks

a woman pretending to be a man
romantic and sublime
wanting to be wooed
and loved
with lovely concepts and pretty flowers

Did I come looking for you
or did you beg for me
to come?
you tease
If unwanted attention you despise
stop showing your anus as if it were a prize

a covenant of bitches
gossipy around their pot
inhaling the fumes from their but-tox
calling it per-fume
that they consume
when they ass-ume

Who is it that makes extraordinary declarations
begging for a thrashing
and when receives he cries and screams
who is it that says he is so great
no wo-man can resist
and all he has to show
are little boys and old hos?

Such brazen insanity
finds its own in ecmandu-like minds
somewhere in in Katmandu of behinds

Last edited by peitho on Thu Apr 14, 2016 4:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.  Re: Igor Ierrellus
ILP Legend
Joined: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:52 pm
Posts: 12544
Location: state of evolving
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 4:01 pm 

Ad hom in verse.
What could be worse!

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 4:06 pm 

Ah, innuendo when no response is expected
a cowards wall
behind witch
he feels protected

ad hom, that old gem
how safe you felt,
when no Igor was on the prowl
bravely you did growl

I seek your contribution to this nut-house
and what I find is trash,
collected by a mouse

If you do not wish to be mind-raped
don’t expose your orifice so openly
There are monsters out there
your mind cannot comprehend
buried, as you are in romanticism

now run along and try to mend
what is broken

  Re: Igor Ierrellus
ILP Legend
Joined: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:52 pm
Posts: 12544
Location: state of evolving
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 4:18 pm 

You have nothing to say
On any day,
But curses against other contributors of post.
It’s a waste of poetry,
Narcissism— a mind at war with itself, projecting that war onto all others.
Really trite and anal retentive stuff–
Food of a good education
Turned to vomit of egoism.
To defend myself against your profiling, I would have to admit that your poison is food.
As Walter Kaufmann once said, 'One can smell a rotten egg without being able to lay a fresh one."

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 4:35 pm 

I say plenty
and more than waste my time on garbage
I cannot salvage
nor care to try
preferring to watch it dry

I also define every word I use,
and can show it in the world,
not imply it in my mind
as mystical in kind
because it makes me feel good
as all “truth” should

I am accused of egotism when all around
morons declaring themselves invincible abound
godly
profound
with words, like yours
void of meaning

with no connection to anything in reality
like love
which if you tried to define
expose how pathetic you are, in no time

you’ve become used to the rule that states
all must be humored and respected
no mater how ridiculous
explaining this forums quality
completely
this is no philosophy
a sell-help group, in the infirmary

a sanitarium of fools
one deserving sex,
the only one, no less
does he jest?

another having explained it all
another with numbers
to have deciphered’ the divine
and your master
who can have any woman,
because he has those like you
This is your sort of “sanity”

and it is I who is the egotist?
The Igor you seek
is in your mind
which is fine
by me
you are part of mediocrity

Do not taunt what you cannot cope with
Timeless wisdom

  Re: Igor Meno_
Philosopher
Joined: Tue Dec 08, 2015 4:39 am
Posts: 4670
Location: Mysterium Tremendum
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:06 pm 

As in poesy of previous
Times fallen out,
Of grace withal

To be pitied can some accost,
Those who not redemption
Seek, connect with earlier deliverance, the salve of ageless beauty,
But words like yours so familiar and self subjecting,
Done before with gusto and hate,
In Maldoror and DeSade, understandably rebellious,
Lucaferien in the nature,

Loved yet rejected of, by what Yea denied he, the love’s intercession,
For yea Soul,
Irrespective of the gravity of it’s sin,
Delivered you into It’s arms.

Nay, rebel no more and reject not
It’s awesome power.

  Re: Igor Ierrellus
ILP Legend
Joined: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:52 pm
Posts: 12544
Location: state of evolving
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:12 pm 

peitho wrote

I say plenty
and more than waste my time on garbage
I cannot salvage
nor care to try
preferring to watch it dry

I also define every word I use,
and can show it in the world,
not imply it in my mind
as mystical in kind
because it makes me feel good
as all “truth” should

I am accused of egotism when all around
morons declaring themselves invincible abound
godly
profound
with words, like yours
void of meaning

with no connection to anything in reality
like love
which if you tried to define
expose how pathetic you are, in no time

you’ve become used to the rule that states
all must be humored and respected
no mater how ridiculous
explaining this forums quality
completely
this is no philosophy
a sell-help group, in the infirmary

a sanitarium of fools
one deserving sex,
the only one, no less
does he jest?

another having explained it all
another with numbers
to have deciphered’ the divine
and your master
who can have any woman,
because he has those like you
This is your sort of “sanity”

and it is I who is the egotist?
The Igor you seek
is in your mind
which is fine
by me
you are part of mediocrity

Do not taunt what you cannot cope with
Timeless wisdom

What a waste of words! All ad hom, which is the weakest form of debate.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:22 pm 

With so much
dis-ease
what is a diagnostician to do
sit back and watch health dissipate
lost in time, reinvented as a new health
use words to redefine it as a coming new age
of man

no
I take pleasure in cleaning up shit
love a spick and span work area
and those coming to philosophy
to find chicken-soup remedy
I give pharmakon
do or die
too much has already been lost

too much humoring and tolerance
has allowed sickness
its arrogance
now it will declare itself the new health

No,
not on my watch
if they wish for peace stay home and masturbate
indulge in whatever makes you feel well
come out, in public and then taunt
big mistake

look around this modern depravity
this ILP
sickness
insanity
declarations so absurd
one must comment

but not you witches
you love the magic of b-illness
and the one who does not
must be the ill one

you taunted and called,
now that is crazy
not expecting to be confronted
using words you cannot define
not defend
now that is insane

without showing what little spinster women you truly are
not sublime
An Igor you constructed
wanting to sacrifice him as idea, not as real
while around you filth
you accept as part of your decadence
your freedom from sanity

words
words are the secret
define them
connect them to world
and you lose your weapons
harmless women, full of superstition
no distinction

look what you put up with
here
as if no insanity is present
protecting it, from itself
because it is also your own
sadness is you, most intimate
pity yourselves and what you’ve become
shameless
when even the word shame has been hijacked
by Christianity

now secular man, is shameless,
along with atheist
as though the two go hand in hand
as though with god shame was also killed
and pride became ego-laden
founded on words
words

Igor needs to ring the hells bells

Last edited by peitho on Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.  Re: Igor Ierrellus
ILP Legend
Joined: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:52 pm
Posts: 12544
Location: state of evolving
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:25 pm 

Poetic vomit does not appease Igor’s existential dilemma.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:27 pm 

Ouch
one more brilliant declaration
Bravo
poor soul
desperate you’ve become
with Igor around

dare to define love
let your marbles fall
I’ll rip you a new-one
and you know it
because you sense you are dumb
founded
un-grounded
full of old wives tails

How long will you escape reality
with words?
Bury the apparent
before it buries you

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:36 pm 

Ierrellus wrote

Poetic vomit does not appease Igor’s existential dilemma.

What do you call the mediocre prose
before Igor arose?
a revival of genius?
a rose

Flattery?
womanly gossipy whinery?

Yes…when it pleasures us it is good,
when it hurts us it is bad
hedonistic measures
ad hom, one moment, intellectual commentary the next
and through it not one mention of ideas
All about Igor
and what he is, and presumably does
how ugly
how alone
Igor this
Igor that

what cowards
what cunts

What is Igor’s dilemma?
Do tell
Assumptions will be ad hom
I hope

  Re: Igor Arcturus Descending
Consciousness Seeker
Joined: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:15 pm
Posts: 15346
Location: A state of unknowing
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:39 pm 

Quote

How long will you escape reality
with words?
Bury the apparent
before it buries you

But how not to seek reality without words?
Words are the tones, the vibrations, the outer structures
to our thoughts
thoughts diving beneath the apparent
give rise, like a geyser, can form reality
like a sculptor forms transforms barren rock

True, qualia gives rise to meaning and truth
but that too must be given form and shape
through the molding with words…

Igor is confused …

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:43 pm 

Words are representation of abstractions.
They symbolize abstractions in the brain.
Abstractions are simplifications/generalizations of the apparent - interpretations.
Abstractions are either in reference to the apparent, or refer back to ones noetic constructs.
Self-referential.

For example…a ‘unicorn’ is a mix of abstractions that refers to nothing in world but back to mind, where different abstractions can be mixed at will
like some placing words in any place within the sentence continuum coming up with, surreal absurdities, like value-selfing, or love-selfing, or consciousness preceding life, being before existing.
detachment form world permits art to become creatively crazy.
no cost, when life has become easy, and rights to life and love ensured
All becomes decadent, games
art as expressing personal trauma, taste

it is pure noetic construct - fantasy
take the word ‘god’, the christian kind. It contradict the real by implying an absolute, which is found nowhere in experience
It is pure abstraction.

Confusion is yours
Call me Nazi
Cut to the end
It is inevitable
Part of your pattern
no birth-date or star sheets needed

Take ‘love’, now made divine by detaching it from its function in nature.
Words detached, permits coward and fools freedom to confuse themselves, seduce themselves.
Sheltering enables insanity to flourish, because there is no cost to being crazy
Love refers to a particular behavior associated with heterosexual reproduction, later revolting into social cooperative survival strategies…not a mystical divine magical power

words…symbols/codes referring to abstractions/noumena…noumena referring to phenomena, or back to mind and more noumena.
The last is self-referential detachment, practiced by your kind.
It is evaluated by how many, quantity, it seduces…with its positive message and its good implications

quality is denied…as the quantity of connections between abstraction and the phenomenon, the apparent
The criterion is converted to emotion, to popular appeal, to selling marketability, exploiting human need, human fears.

Reality is not constructed, poor thing, it is un-covered…the phenomenon translated into a form the mind can process.
Language is art
The artist does not invent the flower he paints, he renders it using a medium, as perfectly as possible.
He interprets the phenomenon flower into a form he can understand.

One does not seek reality in words, poor thing…words represent what is perceived sensually.
you are a child of the book, first comes the word…for sure.
This is your confusion

Now work in holocaust and leave in a huff.

  Re: Igor Ierrellus
ILP Legend
Joined: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:52 pm
Posts: 12544
Location: state of evolving
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:32 pm 

I called for a huff, but one never came.
Oh well,
Igor is still in hell.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:41 pm 

Poor ol’ hag
no more magic in her bag
the only trick left
is a whore’s clef

Igor is in hell?
and you in la-la land
using words you do not comprehend
the world a hell for you
weak and cowardly that you must defend

sad hag
little spinster
lookin’ for the mister
to save her from the world she cannot endure
a Hades for her, for sure

Igor is content
this will surprise,
a wicked spinster wanting his demise
so content
he can engage what for a wo-man is too cruel

so much you’ve contributed
to this asylum
I laughed and laughed
you dreaming of him weeping
hoping
wanting
subjectively divining

  Re: Igor WendyDarling
Heroine
Joined: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:52 am
Posts: 7161
Location: Hades
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:52 pm 

You are so wrong. Disappointing.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:13 pm 

excellent points
all around
no greater challenge can b found
to a mind like Igor’s
sad and miserable
waiting for a definition of “love” that
will not make him giggle
like a schoolgirl
suddenly discovering her virginity
after years of being fucked silly

Willy Nelson
to all the girls I loooved before
so easy to seduce a young whore
and to adore
her plays of innocence
when the smell of decadence
engulfs her cavity of depravity

Let us share fairy-tales
like children
in the schoolyard of our past
at last
let us give it an adult name
like…philosophy
and love it all the more

  Re: Igor Jakob
ILP Legend
Joined: Sun Sep 03, 2006 11:23 pm
Posts: 6836
Location: look at my suit
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:25 pm 

Igor stared out the window, again. He seemed to be standing there, staring out into the garden, forever. The rain was softly coming down, he loved the rain, it was natural to him to love it, had loved it since he could remember. He didn’t notice it but he was content, maybe happy even. The axe hung loosely from his fingers. He watched a bird settle down on a branch. He imagined the juicy insect it would soon pick out of some hole.

A schoolgirl was passing by on the street. Her face was pointed forward in an animal-like trance, it was as if she had a snout. The rain was falling softly on her and she didn’t mind, he could tell. If he had a daughter he would like her to be like this girl, he thought. She would be a good girl. But he was worried about marriage, and kids, he didn’t want to think about it. He then thought of Rosie from the dairy-diner up the block, but he didn’t notice it. He just stood there, breathing.

  Re: Igor WendyDarling
Heroine
Joined: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:52 am
Posts: 7161
Location: Hades
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:30 pm 

More of the same.

  Re: Igor peitho
Joined: Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:22 pm
Posts: 438
  Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:35 pm 

The narrative unfolds
page by page
wrinkle by wrinkle
a story of rip van winkle
out for a tinkle

look at me…
look at me
Please do
but only if you approve
whistle happily
as I disrobe publicly
but if you do not
turn away, you vain brat
you perv

so needy of love
so desperate
I settle for my fantasies
shape them according to my desires
if they do not love, they hate…
beyond good and evil
he says

there I am more than a simpleton
I am all man

  Re: Igor Meno_
Philosopher
Joined: Tue Dec 08, 2015 4:39 am
Posts: 4670
Location: Mysterium Tremendum
  Sat Apr 16, 2016 5:36 am 

Yes yes, huffed him, his mind trying to wrap around this discontinuous tale, with a cast that definitely didn’t come from central casting.

He remembered his only role, which was not at all in
line with what he had in mind: playing Igor. Poor him,
Desperate for a role, any role, he opted to audition for Igor in Transylvania. The only shtick he was
accepted for was soft porn, and…and…

they drove up,with the whole cast to some run down villa, the stout nosed girl following, and there, the lead, Frankenstein was played by an unknown
John Holmes. Skipping the lurid parts, the director,
Mammon Drickner, decided to used a forties type film
noir style to re shadow Igor’s member, by throwing a shadow of it on the wall, as a dildo placed within, stuck out of his fly.

The stout nosed girl giggled and said something idiotic like, he’ll if you really knew how long it was,
then you would be captivated.

Nevertheless, during the filming, when Igor and Frankenstein were cavorting on top of a table, it suddenly collapsed. There was laughter all around,
and amid protestations the director decided not to
cut the unintended scene out.

Everyone thought it was great fun, and the compelling unity of
the production was not greatly dehanced.

Then after a while, the director came in, dragging a disheveled writer behind him, accusing him of degrading the art of filmaking. He screamed out loudly.

“You can turn a story into a film, but never the other way around. You violated the integrity of Igor, as a believable character.”

Top  Post new topic Post a replyGo to page Previous 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 … 15 Next
Page 5 of 15 [ 351 posts ]
Previous topic | Next topic

Users browsing this forum: Meno_

Board index » Creative Forums » Creative WritingSearch for

Your Site Mobile

Powered by phpBB
© 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007 phpBB Group
phpBBmobile

youtu.be/GDDHcN75HnU

I try to not waver from the prose here but I will say that this is very beautiful.

Where are they now, Igor wondered and he looked out of the back window of the car, but he couldn’t see much through the rain, vague outlines of skyscrapers, black against the chemically green overcast sky of the centre of the world. Snow blew past on a horizontal path and Igor paid the cabbie and got out, raising his collar and making a path through he slush and the traffic. It would be a night to remember he had decided way back up in the tub on the 36h floor listening to the sirenes, snow blowing in as quibble of hours past faded away into the recesses of the crevices of the not ever retrieved segments of identity, and then, here it was, the restaurant.

All the goodness of the world had flowed into his glass and he was now wasting it on himself, he didn’t even like the taste. But it got him drunk.

And the morning after, when he sobered up, he tried to go about making amends, and verily , looked for ways to achieve at least partial sobriety.

Bacchus always beckoned, to numb his senses, he must come back, will she be there , at the appointed time, does she even live there, her black eyes tearing through the dungeon that she once called home.
But with racing heart, he persisted as he climbed to the ninth floor, no elevator yet again.

She WILL be there, she will.

Wham, a stinging blow to the head sent him reeling. Towering above him, with red eyes drillinv tears, she screamed,

Who the he’ll do you t Hi k you are show ing up after years of running away, in this state smelling of liquor , looking like a bum. Next thing you’ll be asking me to forgive you for running away with that harlot.

Then she slammed the door with a heavy thud.

Then after a long time, or for what it seemed like, he became aware of a slow opening of the door, very slowly, then as. suddenly and unexpectedly as the first event burst into violence, she came rising as he toward her, embracing , her long black hair, unkempt, sobs and kisses intermixed in a long conclusive freeze.
Nothing could separate them, not even the growing sound of feet shuffling, and the belabored sound of an ominous figure winding up the yet early dawn.

and then the light in the hallway came on with a flicker. immediately he opened his eyes and noticed that he wasn’t embracing HER, but lucianna the house maid. she was pressed against him so hard in a deep, passionate kiss that he almost stumbled back into the cleaning cart. ‘ohhh senior igor, i deedn’t know you too felt thees way’, lucianna uttered in her deep, husky voice. she was a heavy girl, pushing 47, and had the permanent odor of wintergreen chewing gum and clorox. igor suppressed the urge to throw up and pushed himself away. ‘uh, lucianna, i uh, i thought you were somebody else. i’m so sorry.’ ‘don’t be sorry, senior igor… we both know thees is what you want’ she said, glaring at him with a deviant eye. she had only one good eye. she lost the other one while at a bull-fighting event in tampico back in 96. the matador threw his spear but missed the bull. i mean REALLY missed the bull. by like three hundred feet. how the fuck did he even become a matador with an aim like that. anyway, the spear hit lucianna’s left eye. she wore a patch… but not like a pirate’s. it was lavender and had a little embroidered design on it. ‘no really, lucianna, i didn’t know it was you. the light was out and i was expecting someone else.’ ‘now you’re playing hard to geet, senior igor? oh i love to play thees game. you’re such a strooong man, senior igor. now come to lucianna… come to her’ she beckoned as she began unbuttoning her uniform. igor bolted and made a mad dash for the elevator, but lucianna gave chase. ‘i’m going to get you, my love. you cannot run from meesis lucianna!’

As Lucianna hurled after Igor, she was unaware of the dark door opening fully disclosing now in the Twilight , the approach of a titanic female figure, towering behind her, as she became positioned between her and Igor.

Igor tried to warm Lucianna by using elaborate body signals, his helpless flailing arms shaking , the mounds of flesh like some rubberry mass, indicating his lack of conviction.

Gerta, for that was her real name, threw her self upon the unsuspecting Lucianna, Gerta’s sheer weight prevented her from repositioning herself from under the devastating sphincter , her breathing reduced to occasional whistles through her equally constricted nasal passages.

Easily the days heat was dispelled by a mild breeze and Igor woke up in the meadow as the Sun disappeared behind the row of gigantic Ash and Elm that lined the horizon all the way north to the village, and south to the lake. As Igor got to his feet, he realized he wasn’t alone. A woman with her naked breasts softly quivering was lying a few feet over. He now remembered a dream, of what he first thought must have been a dream.

When Igor had his belly round from real good chicken and gravy in the tavern he at an apple to close it off. Cru-cc-ck went the apple as he took a bite. A girl looked back at him about this sound, frowning like hell. He cru-cc-c-kreennstssj -took another bite and another right after it. Then the girl smiled and sullenly looked down while still looking backwards. Then the scene was ended and a barn could be heard creaking from repetitive movement against one of its walls.

Then, lo and behold, what could be seen but one of the most breathtaking sights to me. Five hauntingly, regal-looking palomino horses were escaping out of the barn door.

When they were but a short distance from the barn, they each, in unison, reared up, stretching their exquisite bodies to the hilt, and neighing and neighing to the heavens, a glorious sound which I am sure could be heard across the valley.

Never have I seen Freedom Speak in such a beautiful language without words spoken.

Then before I could even let out a breath, since I did not want to miss a thing, the palominos were gone, sadly lost from sight but never ever to be erased from my memory ~~ A Serendipitous moment to remain forever.

…and where was Igor to be seen? Ah, Igor had been seen clutching at his heart and then fainting. He now laid as a crumbled lump in a pile of dirt semi-conscious, unaware of what had occurred. Sleep well, Igor.

And Igor looked back on his black horse marvelling what a creature would use its most precious personal image of splendour and love as a message of murderous resentment.
An ugly being, it must be assumed, perhaps without a grain of joyous Earth in its soul.
Sad, Igor thought. But he refused, as always, to let the sadness of such beings mean much to him.
Or perhaps a mouse-grains worth - for this he said a small prayer and patted his horse on the neck, appreciating its sense of direction, away from the hissing and the shadows.

Igor came to a temple, dark and menacing, a white-gold crescent moon atop it.
He dismounted his horse and entered the portico, in which a whisper of a hum could be heard perpetually. The Goddess of Vengeance.

And Igor spoke his name and the Goddess appeared, and her-almond shaped orange-flamed eyes peered into his soul and she said, as the moon shuddered

It Shall Be Done.