Day One & Friendly Friday frames

Just like my English, my photography is that little bit wrong. And that’s what saves me.

Damn! I just realised that after eight years and six free blogs, WordPress has reduced my free upload space from 3 GB to 500 MB! Thanks for nothing!! I started this blog in August and am at 100% already. And how can you limit visits to 10,000 per month?? I can only wish it was an April 1st joke, but nothing about capitalism is.

Now it’s a few hours later and the error has been clarified (read about it here if interested). Even though our blogs say that the upload storage is full, the 500 MB limit only applies to newly opened blogs! For the existing ones it’s still 3 GB, just the display is wrong. They will fix it. Pheeeew! (The capitalist part stands though.)

So for now we are still here, and this is Day One of NaPoWriMo 2022 and its first prompt:

Prompt 1: “Write your own prose poem that, whatever title you choose to give it, is a story about the body. The poem should contain an encounter between two people, some spoken language, and at least one crisp visual image.“

Prose poem so soon! I made mine a drabble, of exactly 100 words (without the title). I hope to publish a book of them one day. Also, it’s a true one, just how I like them.

Operating body

I’m lying belly down on the surgery table. My tail is being amputated.

It’s enough that they are taking your tail, but then they don’t even put you under for it. I bet they would if I were a dog. Actually, it’s just some hairs growing in the wrong direction (that is, on the inside) but I like “tail” better.

So I can hear everything. The surgeon asks the nurse: “Where is it from? Because it can’t drive like this.” 

Years pass and the surgeon dies in the mountains for his political conviction. He leaned too much to the right.

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In photos, examples of my framing for Friendly Friday challenge and Sarah. Slightly off? Good this way.

Closer in Rome.

Orbetello reflection.

Orbetello street scene.

Bernini fountain in Monterano.

Niki de Saint Phalle’s Nana in Capalbio.

Another Capalbio door reflection.

Also there. Light has its own drama.

A Farnese scene.

Look out from my doorstep.

Full moon. Today there is none.

Two from Slovenia for the end: Ljubljana, the capital.

Lake Jasna. I’ll always notice all the dogs.

For Friendly Friday Challenge hosted by Sarah at Travel with me: Framing your subject

This day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: April 1st

Every full moon
I meet other beasts.
We run
we kill.
The next morning
I wash my hair.

(Read all.)

2019: How to take a photo

You need magic all around
and eyes to see it,
the camera comes last.

(Read on.)

2020: Lifelike

My life is the eyebrow
shooting up
when I say
“Tuscany”.

Now you,
who know life,
tell me:
If it’s true –
is it still a metaphor?

(Read all.)

2021: Jazz, she scoffs

Things come
and go
and explode,
except
that one line.

That one line is a constant.

Find your constant
in the sea of
explosions
and stick to it. (Read all.)

This day in my blogging history

• 2014: I’m a Slovenian. My translation of a bitter but just portrait of the nation:

  I don’t like to chat and if I do, I slander.

  If I don’t find you dumb, I’m probably jealous of you (Read all.)

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  2014: He is a Slovenian too. (april-1st.press)

• 2014: Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. —Benjamin Franklin

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  2014: Branko as branco (“pack” in Italian):

  All my life you’ve been my Branco

  and you’ve been showing me

  how it’s done

  but now it’s time I build my own. (Read all.)

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  2014: We found the museum

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  2015: Don’t prick yourself

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  2017: Piran – Dense all days

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  2020: A collection of words found in Slovenia