Writing and poetry in Kyrgyzstan

This blog is about Letters, Writing, and Poetry in English in Kyrgyzstan of all places as it happens to be the land of magical aiyan (creative channelling) connecting with rythmic human speech and meditative musical expression capable of cleaning and rejuvenating life force.

I will be happy to cover the challenges, the inspirations, the flights of fancy and the utter crazy leap into the unknown of a glorious unpaid writing and publishing work online.

Something in me hope it will be like painting flowers incredulously and passionately trying to capture the stages of their budding, blooming, opening up, becoming burnt by the climatic and climactic fires, coming of age and decaying while always coming to terms with the fragility and eternal glory of the petals’ letting go and hoping for the next bloom and fruiting season.

When it comes to challenges let us consider reading and various aspects of why and how it is becoming increasingly challenging to have quality deep immersive and imaginative reading. How to overcome the digital attachments and start reading again, i.e., how to find time to immerse in reading and build up the writing energy…

Getting references help, and that is a narrowly specialist habit that academia people have ingrained in them, does not work for all. Alternatively, browse the online and offline bookstores as much as possible, and listen to your heart — will it respond to any of the titles, names, keywords, colours, images, designs…if the heart remains silent — perhaps we are in the section or subsection that does not respond to our soulsearch. Try again in another deparment, bookstore, webportal, writer, book, reference list…

And the final lifehack on challenges: when it comes to how to re-start reading books — simply remember the good times from the past and find the wild butterflies beating their wings at the chambers of your young and tender heart — yes we used to be so, and we can still remember being young and beautiful. Let’s find a way to re-connect to our child inside — what was that child reading and enjoying, what was her dream nurtured by the books, what was her trail that she wanted to follow and to leave behing with her own footsteps as the markers on the snow that the dogs and wolves leave as little post notes to their friends and relatives while getting lost in the park or even hopefully a lush forest. Those dog and wolf friends are plenty, they like, super, wow, stalk us on social media, they are our loyal audience silently checking on our posts and choosing not to like, nor comment, they are the

Remember that the child inside is still the same, waiting for us to peer back in and ask her, “how are you, have we not had a chat for a long while, forgive me for being out of touch with you my dear”.

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