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Here is a proof that if you omit the verse, poetry ceases to exist. Or even better, everything is poetry already. You just need to write this way. I always find it funny when people say they don’t like poetry. What’s the matter, all that unused blank space bothering you? Yesterday I posted a poem…

WPC: Eva and Adam nescent

I don’t like words that I don’t know how to pronounce and don’t know what they mean. “Fleeting” makes more sense. Until I learn them, that is. So thank you for the lesson. Still, I had to break it down: into “Eva” (and Adam) and “nescent”. I like the definition of the latter: “just coming…

Middle Age

The impending birthday makes the poem below even more real. When I don’t blog, hop around, eat chocolate or annoy the dog, I translate. I have just translated several poems by my Slovenian poet friend who last summer wrote a lovely poem after we spent a day together with our packs at Lake Bled. The translated poem…

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…

I’m happy

I don’t always look back. But when I do it looks something like this. The photos are older than the poem. They are from the trip to Lefkas (Lefkada) island in Greece in 2007. The poem is from a recent summer. And the past is in the past where it belongs, only sometimes it raises its…

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…

Almost forty is a new orange

Today celebrates my zen & funloving sister. I found a fitting card and thought of leaving it at that. Nah, cute but not true. First I’ve gathered together some of my favourite photos that you took while visiting me. I like your views, they are similar to mine but more stressless. Photo: KLU Featured photo: Vatican…