The year of Kosovel

 As it is 100 years since this 22 year old hugely talented poet died, this year is marked as his year (not only his though, mind you) and this is the team that will prepare different shows in Cankarjev dom to mark the centenary of his death. Looking forward to seeing what they will come up with. 

2nd day of the Open Air Book Fair

 

Started of with morning music, to get us going...

... dogs were also interested in books (when they were not focusing on the camera)... 

... and the day ended with Nikolai presenting his book Songs of an Anarhist. 

(In between we listened to a lot of book presentations and flipped through many, many books (bought none, as the financial situation does not allow this at the moment)

Listening to them the second day in a row

 

The day before they were both nominees for the Cankar literature award, today they both had a solo presentation. First was Ajda Bračič, presenting her book Kresničevje,

followed by Nina Dragičević presenting her book Nemogoče. In this talk I must say that I had the feeling that the interviewer missed out on a great opportunity to delve deeper into a topic Nina was talking about, but instead she decided to read the next question from her list (to my great dissapointment).  

Literary evening

First I went to the Cankar's award event and ceremony, and here is the happy winner of the 2026 Cankar's literary award - Nina Dragičević. 

This was followed by the launch of the Slovene translation of Joanna Elmy first book and here she is sniffing some flowers during the talk ;)  

Cankar - written into society

 

A debate on the Slovene writer Ivan Cankar, as seen from the perspective of the young generation of theatre creatives. 

Katja Šulc

 

with her gentle, musical story-telling. 

Press conference

Had fun at the presentation of two new plays and saw some people I haven't seen in a while. 

 

Orpheus and Eurydice

 The soldier lies in the battlefield,

Virginia Woolf is dancing on the table,

and Sarah Kane has escaped from her bed. 

The opening of Henri Cartier-Bresson's exhibition

 

without actually getting inside the gallery to see the 102 portraits, as these new Covid conditions meant that only a certain number of people could stroll through the gallery at any moment in time, and I didn't fancy queuing up for ages, when I could spend the time chatting to people and (uncharacteristic for me) drinking wine... The portraits await another day, preferably a morning during the week, when the gallery will be reserved for a very private viewing. But, during the opening ceremony we heards a few speeches as well as a few songs that were originally sung be Edith Piaf (who's portrait is, I am told, also to be seen in this exhibition). 

Rabbit Hole

photo exhibition in Cankarjev dom. 

My mum

catching up on some reading at the opening of the exhibition

and the drummer from Barking Jacqueline later on in the night...

The peephole

seemed to be the most enjoyable exhibit.

Observing

the human stupidity known as war.

I bet

he was not the only one.

The experienced photographer

knows how to stay sharp.

We walk along

the thin, bright lines, constantly

pondering,

contemplating,

trying to figure out where we went wrong.

I do get the feeling

sometimes that photography is the shy man's game.

Before it closed

I had to go to the exhibition once more, just to check if love can really be that simple (who knows, I might get smitten by amour simple one of these days).

Once I finish with work

 it is all fun at exhibitions (btw: I am going to start translating this guy's comic next week)

and dance performances.

Openings

can be tough sometimes.