The creative writing, observations, experiences, and opinions, on life, and the world around him, by Kiril Kundurazieff; taking one step at a time on the Journey of Discovery, and Enlightenment, that every individual must take from the cradle to the grave.
"Oh! How I Hate To Give Up In the Evening, Oh! How I don’t want to go to sleep For the hardest blow of all is to put an end to my creative call: 'You've got to give up, you've got to give up, You've got to give up, it’s near midnight!'" Someday I'm going to refuse to surrender Someday I’ll ignore the temptation of the bed I'll grab my notepad and write in it heavily And spend the rest of the night inspired instead! If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a published writer soon! "Oh! how I hate to give up In the evening, Oh! How I don’t want to go to sleep For the hardest blow of all is to put an end to my creative call: 'You've got to give up, you've got to give up, You've got to give up, it’s near midnight!'" Oh, boy! The minute my first work is accepted Oh, boy! The minute the book is published I'll put my pen away, take a nice warm bath And spend the rest of my life in bed!
It's gonna be one of those weekends in Houston, folks, so hang on.
Since Thursday a storm has been pounding our neighbors to the north, in Dallas, Austin, and surrounding areas, before heading toward us.
The big story, however, is a charming lady from out in the Pacific ocean, named Patricia...
She came to life on Thursday, built up a full head of steam, and decided on an early Fall vacation in Mexico.
It is the strongest Hurricane ever recorded in the Western Hemisphere.
Once done partyin' in Mexico, she has decided to wind down, as a tropical storm, with a trip through Texas, her heart set specifically on Houston and Harris County, as well as the coast, from Corpus Christi to Galveston.
From this morning through Monday the weather watchers are predicting anywhere from 4in. to 2ft, or more, of rain for all of us, depending on where you live and how the ol' gal feels as she passes over.
This is Bray's Bayou, heading South, a few blocks from where I live.
This is Bray's Bayou, a couple of blocks from my work. Keep in mind that, last May, this section, and the bayou, for 4 miles west and east of here, overflowed its banks and flooded the neighborhoods to either side.
The Walmart where I work sits above the street level, a couple blocks south of the bayou; 2 freeways connect, here, next to a transit center. This is an area prone to 100 yr. flood events. Last May this stretch of road was under water the day after the storm and I could not get to work.
Struggling with what I thought was a very bad cold and cough I finally went to the local county walk-in clinic and learned, instead, that y'all can just call me K-Wheeze, yo!
Seriously.... the doc who checked me out had me do a 5 minute Nebulizer treatment w/Albuterol after determining I had wheezing and shortness of breath with my hacking cough....felt a difference after, though the cough returned later in the day.
Doc said I was having asthma-like symptoms due to allergies, despite flu-like symptoms and occasional phlegm in my coughing, and it's not uncommon for this to happen in adults who never had them when younger. I was prescribed some meds for a week and an inhaler to use as needed and will follow-up with my regular doc in a month.
Another issue involved learning I owed money on my 2013 taxes that I didn't know about, related to cashing in my IRA after moving to Texas...I'll be making small monthly payments for a while.
Anyway, all the stress led to some creativity.
I found myself channeling my inner Tennessee Ernie Ford, Tuesday morning.
One of his songs popped into my head, again, Sunday at work, as this tired, sick cashier worked his busy register.
I had a chance to grab a small piece of paper and scribble a few notes, and stuff it in a pocket, then forgot about it until later.
A lot has been going on with WAN since then culminating in great news yesterday...
The debut of a brand new website!
No need to rely just on Facebook and Twitter to spread the word and share the creativity of Houstonians, Texans and poets and spoken word performers across the nation who perform on this new stage.
The main page invites the visitor to "come on in" and once you click the button more options become available to you.
Visitors first find themselves on an "About" page with a brief, important, descriptive introduction to what the intent of WAN is.
"We were founded under the belief that poetry, a stage and an audience should be accessible to all people. Our goal is to provide a large, interactive and attentive platform for poets from all over the nation to network with each other in a forum of free expression."
What this means in one of the most racially, culturally, politically diverse and dynamic cities and counties in America, one in a very conservative state I might add, will be interesting to see.
A long time ago, in a decade far away, author, poet, writing teacher, Natalie Goldberg described, in her book, Wild Mind: Living the Writer’s Life, how she and a friend took a 2 mile walk and played a word game for the first mile, calling each other affectionate names based on the things they saw.
As I read this passage on the bus ride to work, yesterday morning, I looked up and saw a word on a passing sign and got an idea.
I took out my notepad and, looking out the window at the passing scene, began to write.
My poem begins with a line that uses the name of Natalie’s book and its last line includes the word I saw when I first looked out the window of the bus.
I hope you find the result interesting:
WHISPERING SWEET NOTHINGS by Kiril Kundurazieff
Oh, my wild mind. Oh, my empty bus stop. Oh, my classic Chevrolet. Oh, my Valero Gas Station. Oh, my cracked and dirty sidewalk. Oh, my beautiful green lawn. Oh, my crowded cross walk. Oh, my open Washateria. Oh, my busy Shop N Go. Oh, my, cool, one month free. Oh, my tasty Subway sandwich. Oh, my colorful Fiesta. Oh, my lovely red pick-up truck. Oh, my cool Shell Rapid Lube. Oh, my fashionable Denim Factory. Oh, my Royal Spa. Oh, my wild smile. Oh, my sly Jack-in-the-Box. Oh, my ultimate Cheeseburger. Oh, my Monster Taco. Oh, my swift moving Quickline. Oh, my handsome Burger King. Oh, my delectable Rice and Beechnut. Oh, my Mad Potter. Oh, my Edible Arrangement. Oh, my Bed, Bath and Beyond. Oh, my delightful Whataburger. Oh, my 16 feet, 9 inches. Oh, my divided Post Oak. Oh, my affordable, well-stocked, Walmart, What a blast we will have today!
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