I am grateful for my talent for stream of consciousness writing.
My friend Amanda Socci defines it this way: “It’s just so much data that comes at me at once, that I have no choice but to write everything as fast as I can, lest I lose that dedicated train of thought. It is one clear thought that is captured in writing, with the person completing an entire manuscript (blog post, chapter, etc.) without stopping intermittently to achieve perfection.”
Read her thoughtful essay today, here.
A long time ago, in my distant creative youth (9th grade thru college), this Star Trek fan, and lover of history, combined his interests, imagination, writing talent, to decrease the collectible value of one of the most extensive Trek Book Collections of the 70's and 80's. :-D
Because one of the first Star Fleet/United Federation of Planets "History Books" written, was printed on glossy paper a person could make creative use of an eraser, so this history buff spent some of spare time rewriting, and embellishing on, the Canon, to his satisfaction, especially with regards to creating a semblance of Chronological order. :-D
I also wrote, a lot, in the margins of the novels.
By the mid-90's, when my interest in at least the Trek books waned, the whole collection was tossed in the nearest dumpster as worthless. :-D
My creative spark lay dormant for a decade until I went online in 1998, then took up blogging in 2002.
That same year I met a rabid Socialist who led a creative writer’s group in Orange County, Ca. and thanks to the few months I was in the group I discovered a talent for poetry, and my old stream of consciousness way of writing was one of those old writing gifts that came back to life.
I remember the first time it happened; it was 11pm, and I was waiting for the bus after the latest group gathering. Suddenly the idea for a poem came to mind, full blown and, as I got on the bus and sat down I got out my notepad and began thinking and writing.
An hour later, I missed my bus stop completely so had to go back. :-D
Anyway, the poem was the first of many in the past decade that came to me full blown out of some thought process I couldn’t even begin to explain.
Also, creative stories, ideas for essays and opinion/commentary, humor, writing prompts, subjects for journalistic type posts and series of posts, have often come to me the same way.
That poem was also, years later, among the first I ever read at an Open Mic Poetry event, in 2009, and it was a piece that sparked a correspondence and comparison with the work of someone else that I'd never hear of (Above link has update, with link to the correspondence.).
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There is so much about this blog post that I did not understand. Is the photograph of you in California? Which beach? Was the beach an inspiration or just a place to go and write? What exactly is a socialist? Your writing was compared to who? What ever came about with the open mic?
There is so much I love about your style, Kiril. I really do get a huge kick out og the photos you choose to put on your blog, and the unique angles in which you appear.
Thank you for mentioning me and my blog :)
Posted by: Amanda Socci | November 10, 2012 at 06:44 AM
Amanda, the scene was on the steps leading down to a section of the beach, south of the main meach in Laguna Beach, Ca.
When you go read the poem, there is a follow-up link to a correspondence with someone, and it is there where the comparison is made.
The Open Mic in the other photo was in a bookstore NW of North Hollywood, and was my first, if I remember.
It was a long, interesting night of bus rides, long lines at 230am, and hot dogs. :-D
Maybe I should add the link to my report? :-D
The best thing to come from that Open Mic was eventually meeting Rick Lupert, after Musings, and later Meowsings, were listed in his respected Directory of Poets on his Influentual website Poetry Super Highway.
We are listed on this page.
In 2009 he even wrote me some very kind, and amusing, words about my Cat, Nikita, and "His" poetry and writing.
He wrote me the following, on August 3, 2009: "Long Live Your Pussy!" :-D
As for what a Socialist is....it's complicated.
To say that it's all Karl Marx's fault, or Stalin's, only touches on the origins, or the dangerous, deadly extremes.
Progressives, from President Woodrow Wilson to Barack Obama, are just a milder form of the affliction.
Do a Google for Socialism and Progressivism to learn more. :-D
Thank you, my friend but, as you have made me see, especially about old pieces, my "Style" is still a little rough around the edges. :-D
Posted by: Kiril Kundurazieff | November 10, 2012 at 07:35 AM