Day Ten: I Love Luka & Pic and a Word #308: Construction

I knew this day would come: Today I just must post the poem which I wrote on Thursday, because my love for Luka is stronger than any rules.

This post will be interesting to you if you love basketball at least a little. If not, you will learn something about me: I’m a fan. Love someone the way Luka loves to play and I love to watch. I mean, I can’t stop grinning.

Prompt 10: “Today’s (optional) prompt is pretty simple – a love poem!” 

First, a funny tweet I saw last month, after that grown man’s jam dunk by Luka. It’s not the same over here, of course, I’ve got my loving pack, but I still chuckled more than I should:

And now my poem written in Luka’s voice.

Luka Magic

See, if I slow down enough,
I can slow down time.
Time has no meaning if it doesn’t pass.

If I do exactly what nobody thought 
I would
and could:

• go straight to the basket
as if there was nobody there;
• go straight at their best player,
because once I do him,
the others reconsider;
• pass the ball behind my back
to one I can’t see now
but could see just before;
• move away from the basket
to hit it better;
 
I win at the outset.
I win on principle.
I win before I even play.

If I play
as if I won already,
there is nothing you can do
but watch 
me do it.

The magic is free.
It’s on me.

Luka magic is best if you see it happen live, in the middle of the night in my case. But here somebody tried to capture it in a compilation. When Lyona, my friend in Pippi and Niki, read my poem and watched the video below – even though she loathes basketball – she wrote some things that will stuck with me forever. I repeat them here with utmost gratitude:

what i SEE : h e r e : is your brilliant incisive analysis of Luka’s skills & magic — which then, true to your nature, become transferable skills for your own wild magic. i SEE that.

when i watch the highlights?

what i actually see is Manja barreling thro a sheet of paper, pen & idea in hand, tossing words & conceits with equal aplomb, landing a jump shot, tossing an idea round the back to catch out the reader, before a triumphant dunk shot to slam the poem to its triumphant conclusion.

YOU are poetry in motion

there. that’s your poetry at its most Luka, glowing with size, confidence, magnetism, & absolutely no bullshit — dead on target. unstoppable.

That’s love right there. Many of you have been pouring love over my blog this month and every other month. Thank you all for everything.

And now see it for yourselves:

In photos and haiku, the Stožice Arena in my and Luka’s city, Ljubljana, Slovenia for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge on the theme of construction. It was designed by architects SADAR+VUGA and built in 2010 for sport events and concerts. I’d had its design on my wall for years before it was built but now have yet to enter it.

I can see a shell.

It will grow here and bring joy.

Build it, they will come.

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #308: Construction

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: Miles of smiles (click for more smiles in photos)
Take one smile that you know well,
add another that made you you,
cry for this smile since it quickly melts,
hope all could smile as these two do.

Find a random joyful girl or two
and another one who gives good kale,
one whose smile guards a statue store,
one that was happy but lives no more.

A smile is to get this book in the mail,
or hers with advice to follow your heart,
he did it – though happy hippie he’s not,
and so did I, bestia and poems and all.
2019: In Rome
“Sto’ Franco forte,”
says amore’s father 
and flexes his muscles 
and we all laugh
because this is his name
and he is strong.
 
Amore looks at me 
with something like pride
and laughs:  
“Mortacci tua!
Spoken like a vera romana!” 

(Read all.) 





2020: 12 hay(na)kus
Here
sunset, there
fire on horizon. 

(Read other 11.)
2021: America
(Ah, junk drawer! I thought you said junkie.)

The policeman enters – 
the walls are thin
and my neighbour is a numerologist –  
and I explain to him that I’m leaving for
AMERICA!
That it’s my first time,
and the tourist visa I scored 
will be my favourite book mark
for decades.
That Los Angeles is waiting
to be discovered.
I’ll discover 
that Venice Beach has friendlier cops,
Mr. Cop,
but you are alright. 
Now leave, we need to go.

He leaves 
and everybody collects their packs
from the drawer.
 
(Read all.)

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

38 thoughts on “Day Ten: I Love Luka & Pic and a Word #308: Construction

  1. I am not a super big basketball fan, but now I check the scores every day to see 1) if the Mav’s won and 2) how many points Luka scored. I wonder why I do that….🙄😉😀

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  2. What a lovely persona poem! You had me from the first stanza with the commentary on slowing down time. And I absolutely adore your friend’s description of you as poetry in motion. Thank heavens for friends who know us better than we know ourselves.💜🍃

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    1. Thank you, Roberta! 🙂 First I played (just for fun) and now I watch. I’m glad that the poem made sense to you even though you’re not a fan. And this arena always makes me happy when I pass it. It’s not far from my parents.

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    1. Hahha!! Well, I’m not so sure that would be a good idea. And – I’m pretty sure there are more poems about him out there. He just — shines! Thanks, Bojana. Wait for when he and Jokić fight it out in the playoffs… (Maybe. Or they might also miss each other.)

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  3. I am stunned by what a good ball handler Luka is, especially for a Big Guy. He literally does it all. What did I love best? the three from the logo? the drive to the basket (which one?)? I think it’s the amazing cutting and dribbling moves around the defenders. I adore him too.

    And your poem is perfect. I particularly like these lines, which could inspire us all:

    If I play
    as if I won already,
    there is nothing you can do
    but watch
    me do it.

    The magic is free.
    It’s on me.

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    1. Thank you so much, Carol Ann. 🙂 I’m so glad that you find him and the poem inspirational. Hard to say what I like the most. Probably his dunks because they make him so happy and proud. 😀 He is such a kid! He is 23!!!

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  4. My daughter used to play in the pep band at her college and we would go to basketball games–one thing I always hated was when they just passed the ball around and didn’t do anything with it. Luka does something, always. That is his magic. “You cannot win if you do not play”. Exactly. And I love your poem. (K)

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  5. Wow, what an innovative shape of a building! Have to be honest, I don’t keep up with sports. It was never important in my family growing up:) As always a great post, Manja! Thanks for coming by:)

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  6. I love this poem, especially this whole section:

    “I win at the outset.
    I win on principle.
    I win before I even play.

    If I play
    as if I won already,
    there is nothing you can do
    but watch
    me do it.

    The magic is free.
    It’s on me.” – You magician, you! Ha ha.

    Love the shots too, especially the picture postcard one towards the ends with the little hut-house and people bathing in the surrounding water ❤

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    1. Yeahh! I’m glad you can feel it, Sunra Nina, Luka magic. I’m just a medium. 😉 Alas, he is hurt now – damn calf – and won’t play tomorrow. The photo that you like is from Terme di Saturnia and this part is free to visit and soak in.

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