I guess

there might be a smidgen of hope for this world if revolutionaries start this young.

Bang Bang

my baby shot me down.

Thoroughly

enjoyed the concert. So, if you weren't there, all I can say is: You snooze, you loose.

It is murder

I tell you, murder. 

A bit of fiddling

going on. And after a 12 hour day of translation (kids, don't do this at home!) I needed to relax and let my mind wander around the soundscape.

Poetry reading

and for a change I will show you a photo I took, but will not write anything about the evening itself. Instead, I will attach a poem I wrote a while ago (as the ones I have been writing lately are sort of not finished and can obviously not be shown yet)

Il sacco di Roma (revisited)

Darling, sit by the window, for you can see

the dead aligned along the roads from the aeroplane.

Millions of starved, mutilated and distressed bodies

thrown in the gutters along the roads leaving Rome,

corpses ready to be devoured by wolves or shipped away

in the white styrofoam coffins dispatched from China

and paid for by the nice people in the Bankviertel.

If we took the car we might have discovered these bodies

were still alive (well, when I say alive I mean they might

still be breathing  this foul and toxic air, for this is all

the hope they deserve) and kicking at each other’s jaws,

hoping to crack them open and fishing their best friend’s tongue

from his broken mouth, eating it raw and washing it down with

a spot of black blood erupting from the mangled mess of bones,

teeth and flesh that used to have a human form and that was

capable of reciting Shakespeare, Burns and Blake, arguing

against or in favour of Nietzsche’s nihilism (depending on

the day and quantities of wine drunk), explaining Plato’s

Republic to the children playing footie in the cul-de-sac,

drinking single malt and shedding tears over the writings of

Sylvia Plath and Sarah Kane, and still bringing the evening to

an end with a gentle kiss on the lover’s lips, tasting the sweetness

of life and sucking it all in.   

The men in suits and with blood on their hands have turned

their backs and walked  away  a lifetime ago (mind you, a

lifetime these days does  not last more than the first few

breaths of the newly born – and that is if you are lucky);

they have locked themselves in their castles in the sky,

started inbreeding and produced even more vile offspring;

with almost no heart but a lot of greed they look around

in search of what they might still need to grab and rub against,

laughing wildly at the thought of mankind, certain that

people are worthless machines, disposables, not worth

the ink printed on a piece of worthless paper.

Darling, as we make a run for it, cracking our teeth

against the two cyanide capsules in this deafening aeroplane

take a last look at Europe as it used to be, close your eyes,
and remember it in all its glory and splendour.

(January 2013)

I saw this at the exhibition

and it immediately made me think of you (so I just had to take a photo of it).
And just so you won't think I use my blog just to send messages to a girl I fancy, I will also attach a photo of the concert I went to after the exhibition (and which I thoroughly enjoyed). So here it is:

The faces

of some of the people who are trying to make this planet a better place to live in.
If nothing else visit the exhibition and take a moment to think about what some of them were willing to give up for this.

There was way

too many people to actually see anything at the opening (which is good in a way), but I did listen to the music before I left.

I bet we all

feel a bit like this.

After 7 months

in Venice they returned home and held a concert.

They came all the way from Spain

just to put us all in a good funky mood.

Congratulations

Ksenija

and party on!

Two Hungarian

dance solos in one night.

 Bence Mezei: UTOPIANOW (in a search for a beautiful life)

Gyula Cserepes: Selfy
(Are we entering an age of darkness?)

One

of his identities.

Happy

to see that one of my photos helped put the smallest theatre in Ljubljana (or at least the smallest I have been to) and some young creative and talented minds on the Hamlet map.
(apart from the fact that I really love taking photographs of talented people doing their thing, I also find it extremely satisfactory when a photo I took helps them be noticed by people who might otherwise not notice them).

Hunger

I was hungry for photos that day.

Hit

by that forgotten feeling under the moonlit sky.

Malevich's strings

in the dark corner of the cinema (played to the images of a 1983 video)

followed by all strings detached.

Day 2

of the year and concert No. 2 of the year. That's a good start to the year, isn't it? Of course we were convinced we will not be able to stand out in the cold and snow throughout the entire concert so we remained sitting and drinking in a nearby cafe until we decided it is about time to go (or finished off our drinks). When we arrived to the concert it turned out to be the photographer's nightmare (it was snowing and there were so many people it was impossible to get close to the stage), but luckily I have learned one or two tricks in the years I have been taking photographs, so I managed to get a couple of satisfactory shots nonetheless - without stepping on people's toes or standing right in front of them, blocking their view).

Traditions

(well at least some of them) are there for a reason.
I know we have stumbled (I am afraid that with humanity going in the direction we are, stumble is all we are entitled to) into a new year only once I have heard Carina play their traditional New Year concert... This is the Ljubljana's poor man version of the crystal ball descending on Times Square. (Only it doesn't happen at midnight on new year's eve, but roughly 24h later)

But even punk isn't what it used to be. They announce that the concert will start at 10 pm and guess what.... it actually started on time (which meant I was late and almost missed the first band, but managed to come there just in time to take a couple (yes two) of photos of the singer (the other is rather similar to this one).
I had better luck with the next two bands (i.e. I managed to take a few more photos and hear a bit more of their music) So I might as well show you a few photos of each of them (as it is new year)

 The frontman doing his thing

 The drummer playing it cool

  The bass player showing the frontman that he has lost it (the rhythm I mean)
And these were the guys who organised the event

 The singer (in shock)

 One of the two backing vocalists (definitely the cutest one on stage - of the entire night)

The guitarist (who got a pair of knickers thrown at him - I could think of worse ways to start the new year)

And another one of the singer (in a professor's pose) and Neli in the audience.