Day 21 & Thursday Doors 21/4/22: Ljubljana Bežigrad

Why is it that some things end up together? And why don’t I shoot the doors in Slovenia the same way as in Italy? First the poem, and then the doors with an invitation to write about them.

Prompt 21: “This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.

A bit of soundtrack for the poem. Every morning upon reading the prompt, still in bed, I decide which direction to go and today Africa took me. And if you look at the very last photo in this post, Rome is almost Africa.

Three forgotten things

How was it?
We danced, oh how we danced.
Your African dance lessons
came just in time. I was losing my groove
and you put my feet back on the ground.
You were far from your home in Sudan
and found Slovenian women aggressive.
I didn’t know you that well 
but you seemed gentle to me,
and that time we played five rounds of darts with my friends 
and each won exactly once,
you laughed because you were the last to win
and this made us all happy.

What was that?
All these many years later
I’m pretty sure that what you wanted
is still not doable.
You had secretary in your job title
and yet you walked into my office 
with your grey beard
and a sheet of printed text.
You made a motion towards the screen 
and mumbled something like:
“Can you put this on that?”
“Transcribe, you mean.”
“No, just like that.” “You mean scan?”
“No, we’ll need to edit it later.”

How about that?
A big step forward in my education
on yet another primary school excursion
with lots of walking and information
that fogs my brain.
We reach a castle on the hill
and walk around its many rooms
with art everywhere,
and in an instant I decide to stop treating it 
as a nuisance. 
There is a purple painting
and I fall in love. The artist is French,
but not of the famous kind. 
I decide I’ll find things to love
and love things I find.

And now the question:
Why did these three things jump up at me
after so many years of dormancy? 
Can it be that this little prompt did it?
In that case, it was not so little.

And now to doors.

First I’d like to draw your attention to the second Thursday Doors writing challenge. One more week everybody can send their door photo to our host Dan with the idea to inspire writers, and after May 1st everybody can choose a door to write to. Many fascinating doors have already been gathered.

Not Pam did it already, write to my door photo below. You can read her story “Manja Discovers the Hidden Truth” by clicking on the door. This photo has been added to Dan’s writing challenge gallery and you can write your own story to this door or choose another door among the suggested ones. Have a look and be inspired.

My doors today are all within a five minute walk from my parents’ home in Bežigrad, the district in Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, my city of origin.

You will notice that I keep my distance, keep objects, shadows and branches between me and the doors as if to suddenly hide if busted. Approach with caution.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: Narcissi
What they don’t know
is that the reason
why the pond is so sad
is that whenever
Narcissus was lying
on its flank
on its bank,
the pond was able
to look deep into
his eyes
and in the abysses
of his soul
saw its own
flawless
beauty
mirrored.

Read all.

2019: Event Horizon
It has begun.
Everyone’s biggest fear is coming true.
A writer is losing words.
A construction worker fears the abyss.
A mother is watching as her child nears the edge.
A dog owner is whistling in vain.
An extrovert doesn’t know what to say.
A proofreader is unable to spot errors.
An internet addict is losing connection.
A singer is losing voice.
A model is losing looks.
A painter is losing sight.
A photographer is losing legs.
An actress is gaining years.
A ballet dancer is gaining weight.
People are losing jobs to robots.
Walruses have no space.
Polar bears have no ice.
Butterflies are under attack by fungi.
Trees are lifting their roots to walk.
The last mammal is being farmed by spiders.

Visit the post.

2020: The understanding is mine
Do not wade in the shallow water,
my mother told me,
you might fall or a crab might pinch you.

Do not go in the shallow woods,
that is where the devil lurks,
warned the priest.

Do not read by the shallow light,
my father advised,
you will ruin your eyes.

Do not wish for a shallow grave,
aunts and uncles agreed,
there is no escape from the dark hole.

Do not surround yourself with shallow people,
said grandpa and grandma,
whom I obeyed the most.

Do not speak shallow words,
life taught me – they always return
and demand to be buried deeper. 

Visit the post.

2021: Eye want
I won’t go gently or ungently into any kind of night or day

I won’t go out on a limb 
I won’t go out on a whim 
I won’t go out on the town
I won’t go out on a date
I won’t go out of my way
I won’t go out of my mind

I won’t go out
I won’t go
I wont
I won
👁👁        (Visit the post.)

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.

43 thoughts on “Day 21 & Thursday Doors 21/4/22: Ljubljana Bežigrad

      1. Wow, Christopher, what are the odds that you have this album! 😮 I have never even met anybody who knows her. Happy listening. 🙂 And thanks, I’m glad you find it enjoyable.

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  1. I like seeing the doors from the early days of Manja. That’s so cool. I liked the poem, a lot. I particularly liked:
    ———-
    I decide I’ll find things to love
    and love things I find.
    ———–

    That’s a very good way to go through life. Thanks for shouting out the Writing Challenge. I’m getting excited.

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    1. Thank you, Dan! I’m glad that you enjoyed the doors and words. I’m really happy that you’re getting so many great doors for the writing challenge. I’m tempted to write a poem for each. 😀 (No! Don’t worry!)

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  2. Such a compelling story! I find a person who laughs when he’s the last to win endearing and trustworthy. I love that you use dialogue in a poem. And I agree that those two lines about love are awesome. You have such a zest for life, Manja! So good to see where you spent your formative years.💜🍃

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    1. Oh, thank you, Romana, but I was never in Africa, if this is what the poem implies. Rather, the man from Sudan was in Slovenia. 😀 The other two occasions were in Slovenia too. When we danced I was introduced to all kinds of music I never knew before. I appreciate this greatly. And I’m so glad that you feel the zest. Thank you!

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      1. Oh, I got that everything takes place in Slovenia. I also meant to say that you spent your formative years in Slovenia. That last part of my comment was about the photos–sorry, I dashed it out… And yes, I very much feel the zest!

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    1. Thank you, Emille. Yesterday, 30 years ago… who is counting. 😉 Both are gone forever. Yes, I suppose modern is fine too… in a way. But I’m spoilt by history here in Italy, as you know.

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  3. Such lovely memories, Manja. I loved the stanza on your friend. Have you lost touch with her?
    And I loved the lines, ‘I decide I’ll find things to love/ and love things I find.’ This prompt indeed went deeper than the earlier ones. Funny, what a prompt can do.
    Oops…its Thursday…I completely forgot about ‘Thursday Doors.’ You’ve shared some lovely ones.

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    1. Thank you, Smitha! Did you get any new doors? The last time you said you’d used them all, that you needed a new trip. 🙂 It was a guy, my dancing friend. And no, we are not in touch. I don’t even know his surname.

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      1. What a coincidence, Manja. Neither do I- of the friend I spoke about in the poem. After the poem, I tried looking for her on Facebook but I couldn’t without a surname 🙂
        Nope, no new doors for me. Need to travel quickly. lol. But, I can do it only after a month. Will have to hunt for some from some old albums 🙂

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      1. 12 or 13 is a good time to explore the world, Manja. We are young enough to still have an open mind (which we should all try to keep) and yet old enough to begin to understand the broader world we live in. –Curt

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    1. Ahh, Betsy, no artwork at all? 😮 Not even some funky street art? Yes, dancing to African music felt so good, so liberating. I never went to another class like that even though I always wished to learn belly dancing. That job was him being a secretary (general), and me being a (sub)editor. 😀 Thank you for reading and commenting, always!

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  4. That photo will Banksy quote was really interesting. It’s strange though, as his images are in many ways indelibly tied to certain advertising campaigns now. Like the girl holding the balloon is synonymous with Valentine Day Cards 🥺

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    1. Oh yes, Not Pam. They sucked him dry. Or that time when I had to pay to see the exhibition of his works in Rome, which of course was done completely without his knowledge or benefit. And seeing many of his works on (expensive) t-shirts… Thanks!

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