the sky was pink
1 song i totally adored when i was 13
a slovenian logged in from austria
2 oz wild flower honey to soothen voices
1 email that keeps me going but isn't further mentioned here
play a part in a greater scheme
try to live the dream on a wider scene
...interesting that i dreamt of sweet harmony already 15 years ago, just about to be aware of the person i might want to develop to, making first steps out of my teenage angst vault into direction dance floor: probably still caught within a disproportionate relation between wanting and permission to fulfill this want, and great insecurity of my braces/too tall/weird eye colour/the only one not having a boyfriend/did i mention the "n-word"-appearance, but with an enormous urge to move [& shake the world]....has there changed much?!
- definitely. instead of the original, i now listen to the remix whilst thinking of a coming together on last weekend. which, of course, included dancing...
although just seen each other in london, but not willing to resist temptations: Š jumped into a car in ljubljana, jumped out of it in vienna, and entered as the first person i crossed paths with "out there" my afterlife, which is obviously so bewildering, that i need to discuss it in public.
[alienation is the key word, if you might sense a shameless self exploitation here!]
...not so alien to the both of us: cycling through cities. if its black rock or the austrian capital: the only difference is the amount of clothes we are wearing. i take her for a ride -
...and with her eyes, i see my birthplace new & again: from the ambrosial markets where i go on saturdays, to my fave neighbourhood: 50 feet [50 feet? what the hell are 50 feet? absorbing random expressions like a sponge...!] , ok: 1 block containing almost everything what makes my life - an indie movie store, a puristic florist, 2 galleries, 3 cafes,1 fancy eatery, 1 second hand store, a cooking book shop, 1 bohemian kiosk for late night hunger, a chocolate boutique for a weekly G&B, couple of young fashion designers.
...continuing: escaping from tourists and a procession of a catholic mass/mess - my former way to university, to one of the most progressive departments in one of the most conservative and bourgeois areas of vienna.
Š at least tries to look impressed. more impressing: viennese fast food. even people with strong rules of not joining the massive percentage eating in chains instead of home, can't resist the seduction of an egg in 21 varities. eat them so slow, that you are still able to pronounce the name with full mouth....
before shops close at 6pm, i rush her past the heldenplatz, away from the obtrusive beauty of the ring, towards one of the million kitsch stores which make postmodern, urban hippies want to spend money.
i must be totally wasted to want what they sell - instantly: gay accent, understanding for modern art, permanence of love, believe in god, childhood memories....
...after these hours of splendid conversations on bikes, we decide to warm up with hot alcohol: the choice, of course, is not the pseudo-alpine shack selling rewarmed chateau migrain in front of the 2 biggest museums, but my beloved installation refuges in the museumsquartier: a cup of rum with ginger, honey, allspice and apricot later, catching accidentally 2 concerts [one balkanized dub, the other nerdy electronica, supposedly from finnland], a thai dinner back "home", deciding for the sake of our fading voices to miss another opportunity to dance: nevertheless an upbeat night.
....we stare into milky green glasses and the sky was pink....
underneath that sparkling heaven, the earth is moist, brown, fruitful: i dig at least 10 jerusalem artichokes out of the soil and rinse them in water. after peeling and cutting them into chunks, i start roasting them in olive oil until they catch some color. i add 2 cloves of garlic, finely sliced, 3 bay leaves, salt, pepper, and a dash of white wine vinegar. put a lid on top and let cook for 20 minutes. remove lid and bay leaves, and season with fresh sage leaves. to support the earthy smokiness of the artichokes, i fry some slices of pancetta in the same pan before eating with sour cream.
winterish carbohydrates to calm sour muscles, warm the soul and nourish me until the next time...
...hvala - for coming. for being. for letting me explore anew!
a slovenian logged in from austria
2 oz wild flower honey to soothen voices
1 email that keeps me going but isn't further mentioned here
play a part in a greater scheme
try to live the dream on a wider scene
...interesting that i dreamt of sweet harmony already 15 years ago, just about to be aware of the person i might want to develop to, making first steps out of my teenage angst vault into direction dance floor: probably still caught within a disproportionate relation between wanting and permission to fulfill this want, and great insecurity of my braces/too tall/weird eye colour/the only one not having a boyfriend/did i mention the "n-word"-appearance, but with an enormous urge to move [& shake the world]....has there changed much?!
- definitely. instead of the original, i now listen to the remix whilst thinking of a coming together on last weekend. which, of course, included dancing...
although just seen each other in london, but not willing to resist temptations: Š jumped into a car in ljubljana, jumped out of it in vienna, and entered as the first person i crossed paths with "out there" my afterlife, which is obviously so bewildering, that i need to discuss it in public.
[alienation is the key word, if you might sense a shameless self exploitation here!]
...not so alien to the both of us: cycling through cities. if its black rock or the austrian capital: the only difference is the amount of clothes we are wearing. i take her for a ride -
...and with her eyes, i see my birthplace new & again: from the ambrosial markets where i go on saturdays, to my fave neighbourhood: 50 feet [50 feet? what the hell are 50 feet? absorbing random expressions like a sponge...!] , ok: 1 block containing almost everything what makes my life - an indie movie store, a puristic florist, 2 galleries, 3 cafes,1 fancy eatery, 1 second hand store, a cooking book shop, 1 bohemian kiosk for late night hunger, a chocolate boutique for a weekly G&B, couple of young fashion designers.
...continuing: escaping from tourists and a procession of a catholic mass/mess - my former way to university, to one of the most progressive departments in one of the most conservative and bourgeois areas of vienna.
Š at least tries to look impressed. more impressing: viennese fast food. even people with strong rules of not joining the massive percentage eating in chains instead of home, can't resist the seduction of an egg in 21 varities. eat them so slow, that you are still able to pronounce the name with full mouth....
before shops close at 6pm, i rush her past the heldenplatz, away from the obtrusive beauty of the ring, towards one of the million kitsch stores which make postmodern, urban hippies want to spend money.
i must be totally wasted to want what they sell - instantly: gay accent, understanding for modern art, permanence of love, believe in god, childhood memories....
...after these hours of splendid conversations on bikes, we decide to warm up with hot alcohol: the choice, of course, is not the pseudo-alpine shack selling rewarmed chateau migrain in front of the 2 biggest museums, but my beloved installation refuges in the museumsquartier: a cup of rum with ginger, honey, allspice and apricot later, catching accidentally 2 concerts [one balkanized dub, the other nerdy electronica, supposedly from finnland], a thai dinner back "home", deciding for the sake of our fading voices to miss another opportunity to dance: nevertheless an upbeat night.
....we stare into milky green glasses and the sky was pink....
underneath that sparkling heaven, the earth is moist, brown, fruitful: i dig at least 10 jerusalem artichokes out of the soil and rinse them in water. after peeling and cutting them into chunks, i start roasting them in olive oil until they catch some color. i add 2 cloves of garlic, finely sliced, 3 bay leaves, salt, pepper, and a dash of white wine vinegar. put a lid on top and let cook for 20 minutes. remove lid and bay leaves, and season with fresh sage leaves. to support the earthy smokiness of the artichokes, i fry some slices of pancetta in the same pan before eating with sour cream.
winterish carbohydrates to calm sour muscles, warm the soul and nourish me until the next time...
...hvala - for coming. for being. for letting me explore anew!
mironja - 11. Dec, 14:44
