(Editor’s Note: This post was first published on 16 Mar 2014.)
I would like to suggest that flash fiction is closer to poetry than it is to the novel or even the regular-length short story.
Two of the distinguishing properties of poetry are distilled language and compression of meaning, the very qualities that every flash fiction writer struggles to bring out of his or her work.
A flaw in a poem or a piece of flash fiction is usually enough to ruin the work; while the flaws in many celebrated short stories and novels are forgiven by critics and the buying public alike.
Poetry and flash fiction are meant to be read in a very finite period of time. Some short stories and all novels demand a significant investment of time from the reader.
Flash fiction’s poetic qualities have serious implications for the writer of erotic flash fiction.
In previous posts in this magazine, I’ve argued that the form of flash fiction (setup, buildup and resolution) mimics sexual pleasure (initiation, rising pleasure and orgasm). Add to this structure the more-or-less unity of time and place that can be achieved in erotic flash fiction and you have an art form that affords an intense reading experience for the reader.
(The only thing better than sex as art and entertainment is sex itself.)
This is the poetry of erotic flash fiction.
Hello hello hello, my brother and sister readers and writers of erotic flash fiction from all over the world! The Old Soldier feels young today. It’s a sunny, chilly (30s) day in Pittsburgh and there is a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game on the radio at 1:00 pm.
I’m in transition mode between an old computer and a new computer. The transition should be complete in the next few days.
In the meantime keep reading and keep writing that erotic flash fiction.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, a blog of art, culture, creative writing, local interest and sex as art and entertainment.