This is a post with three examples of how blogging ripples and some actual watery ripples from Slovenia.
First, the long-awaited moment when my name appears on the same page as Charles Bukowski’s. I have his badge on my mantelpiece after all (the one that Bestia once found). He is my spirit animal.
I’m especially happy that this happened on “the weblog of the Beat Company which aims to destabilise, to enrich, inform and manipulate”. Now it runs under the new name Illustrated.Bukowski.Space.
And I had to transcribe all this, it is one of those blogs where copying is disabled.
First there was the first stanza of the following Bukowski’s poem in one of the posts:
great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.
good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it.
I promised to reblog it and link to there, and added that I feared I was not indecent enough.
Next thing I know another post appeared on the same blog with the title “The World’s Greatest Fucker” and there I was just under Bukowski with a quotation from my About Me. It had to do with not trying to please you, my readers. Which this post clearly proves.
Who says that success doesn’t come to the one who waits?
Second example is of even deeper importance. On the blog Implied Spaces there was a post with the title of “Covfefe – Notation & Configuration”. It included two songs and since I like to pay attention when my blogging buddies DJ for us, I gave them a listen. They were two versions of the same song but in different arrangements. The song is a 1934 tango “It was on the Isle of Capri that I found her” composed by an Austrian in the UK, Dr Wilhelm Grosz.
It was recorded by a variety of performers, such as Dean Martin, Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra whose version I give you below with some lovely views from the Italian island of Capri (where I haven’t been yet). Slovenians, listen carefully.
My ears wiggled like crazy and I knew I wasn’t imagining it. I was hearing a Slovenian Partisan tune from World War II., but at first I had the song wrong. With the help of my mother I pinned down the correct song, popular in the Slovenian Scout-type organisation (with no Church involved).
The Slovenian lyrics with the title “By the Camp Fire” were written by revolutionary Mitja Ribičič and this is how the song begins: “In the dark woods by the camp fire, heroes are singing a quiet song about the suffering of Slovenian people who are fighting for their freedom.” The version below was recorded not so long ago by “Rock Party-sans”.
I wonder how many Slovenians know about this neat little borrow. There is a long way from the Isle of Capri to the Free Territory of Trieste.
Much obliged for this discovery.
The third example is a simple shout-out to the blog Edge of Humanity Magazine where highly informative articles and excellent photographs are gathered, together with own poetry and musical suggestions from a variety of genres. I have realised how many of them I nicked when putting together my sister’s playlist as mentioned and linked to in my previous post. The song below was one of them. Thank you for the music and for coming over regularly. I have every intention to come abreast with recent posts sooner or later.
It never seems to rain in middle Italy either lately. In Slovenia there has been some rain, but very moderate. Plus, we are in for a heat wave. Amore had 45 degrees C on the road today as he returned to Rome. How much higher can it go?
Stay fresh with some water images from Slovenia on Saturday. More from these amazing locations – Bled and Bohinj lakes plus Savica waterfall – soon. Some of these photos were taken from the not so speeding car. Spot three dogs (ours was not with us but safe with my parents, since our last act of the day was an indoor Bosnian sevdah concert).
Photo: © signature mmm