Saturday 30 January 2016

Thursday 28 January 2016

Thoroughly

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

Tuesday 26 January 2016

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.

Monday 25 January 2016

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)

Thursday 21 January 2016

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:

Wednesday 20 January 2016

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.

Tuesday 19 January 2016

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.

Wednesday 13 January 2016

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?)

Monday 11 January 2016

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).

Tuesday 5 January 2016

Saturday 2 January 2016

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).

Friday 1 January 2016

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.