Happy reading!

My life is a reading list. ― John Irving (quote reblogged from Logical Quotes) Yesterday my parents sent me an email wishing me a happy World Book Day. Isn’t that the sweetest? Technically it’s tomorrow but celebrations are going on already, in Slovenia as well. Thus the past night was The Night of the Book in…

6xRay Windows

It’s neither x-ray windows nor my Russian blogger friend raynotbradbury, but the man himself in six quotes, accompanied by six Slovenian flower Power windows from Šmartno. The floor is yours, Mr. Bradbury: I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and…

This is history

Today is Slovenian Cultural Holiday and on this occasion here is a little tribute to the greatest Slovenian poet. I was lucky enough to witness the greatest Slovenian poet Tomaž Šalamun read in Ljubljana’s club “KUD France Prešeren” a long time ago. The biggest stir, poorly concealed rapture and what can only be called poetic high…

Found poetry

I’m going to quote as if randomly from my study book on English and American poetry, heavily underlined in rainbow colours, and mix this with my favourite Doors lines, without making clear who said what. Why? Because my feet are cold. Because I love the fact that I took this book with me to my new…

Follow your heart

I tend to listen to the signs and follow my heart. So far, so good, said the man falling from the sky. First, one hundred words on how I’m not above digging for signs: Somebody must have thrown a pack of cards through a car window. They lay scattered by the road. One is by itself,…

Heartbeat of another

My relationship with books has always been rich and intense, and now the question arises how to take it to the next level. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another. —Rebecca Solnit I was always reading extensively since early age. Books were my friends. My reading might have been interrupted when…

Promised Volterra

I have many eclectic lists, dear to my heart – of books to read, of films to watch, of articles to study, of places to go – and I’ll have to live much over 100 to do it all. But one thing is certain: I’ve got Volterra down, and I’m grateful I’d caught the whiff on the net…

Five drabbles

A drabble, as I do it, is an exactly 100-word story, not counting the title. Five follow. Most of them were already posted on my first blog but I wish to have them on this one as well. There is something about this limitation that fulfils my need. Set limits to your child, or she…

WPC: Mirrorised

First, a favourite sentence from a favourite recently read book that happens to mention a mirror (and a portly woman). It’s a joke. She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person. —“Good Omens”, Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman And now several photos of…

SMS from Bled

Today a combination of poetry and photography. Both are results of the same short but sweet day in Bled, Slovenia. The poem is the product of the man in the water, His second book of poetry is coming up. And the girl who fearlessly followed him in there despite the grey sky is his daughter, who once…

A beginner in Ender

That’s what I am, someone who has just read Ender’s Game for the first time. Do not tell me how it continues. Do not tell me why the writer, Orson Scott Card, managed to upset all the women in this world, if internet is to be trusted. I’ve just and only finished book 1 in…

WPC: Ljubljana – a bowl of cherries

Mmmm, I love my cherries. Left, right, top, bottom, in between. I love them so much that while not the only one, they are my favourite fruit. I love them so much that Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson is my favourite book, but not just because of the title. I love them so much…

Happy birthday, dad!

After having looked at my mother’s side of the family, today is the time for my father’s. After all, today celebrates the missing link between this couple and me – my father. You are responsible for all these lovely childhood images, and pretty much for the fact that I write and take photos. The sound of…

Happy sixty-ten, mom!

Since I’m with you these days, we better not waste time on computer, right? Therefore just a selection of some of my favourite photos of you, one of your poems and my translation. The last photo is rather revealing of your preferences, which becomes obvious to all who have read your book of poems. Here is…

Enter entitlement here

Hereby I introduce a new category: Opinion. Enjoy. It was only last year that I read Lord of the Flies for the first time. Not only was I shocked by so much death, it made me wonder why I have never heard the obvious mentioned. Sure, we covered it in high school in English class, I…