He'll tell you tales of horror
Sunday, February 18, 2007
He'll tell you tales of horror
Saturday, February 17, 2007
So far, I have not written anything on one fact. I have been given a job. As most of the jobs in my artsy professional field, it is a temporary project; yet the fee seems quite nice. And what is my task? I have to travel within Ljubljana-region (which is pretty big) and visit regional meetings of children's theatre groups. Kids as actors, teachers as their theatre directors and so on. I have to sit in the auditorium and watch a row of children's production. Then, I have to talk to keen teacher what they could do better, how the theatre is actually done, what are the basics when creating theatre...
First working trip happened last Wednesday. And yes, it seems already the task will be serious. There is this row of productions to watch; the observation needs to be precise since I am also entitled to do final selection for one bigger regional meeting. Second, I have to teach very keen teachers. Errr... here, some older ladies can prove quite special handle-with-care case when it comes to discussion. Okay, understandable. But it also looks like older grammar-school teachers have not change at all within the last twenty years. All in all, first working day took seven hours. Some time of watching, some time of discussing. And I was tired at the end. Such collaboration whit people, concentration on the words said, discussion... it actually requires lots of special energy. One feels empty at the end. Exhaustion is one charm of working life.
One thing is that I do not work every day. This trip was the only in February. However, in March, those trips will be more frequent, even following one after the other, and I will have to switch various places. It is also okay the work has actually something to do with the thingie I have studied. Well, I would also not mind doing something which does not include dramaturgy... but still. This was offered to me and I accepted the thing; there are not additonal exams required, and my BA is enough.
Since I am dealing with children's theatre, I was also warned that I would soon see many variations on Pippi Långstrump (Pika Nogavička). Too many. Well, Pippi was one of my favorite books when I was even more childish than today and I am happy that she, rebel and feminist role model, is immortal (literally), but nevertheless... Yep, within my first working day, I have already seen one...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Quite some of us radio-collaborators were called, and we all had one thing in common: at least some basic knowledge of one particular European language. More rare as well as more common languages we represented. And we were there only to... curse.
It was very interesting to hear this cursing set of languages, from Serbian, Bulgarian and Hungarian, to Italian and Spanish. Oh, again I found out how Finnish and Hungarian are so very different, despite sharing Fenno-Ugric roots. Anyway, when I uttered my Finnish line, the Spanish representative (non-native speaker) burst out laughing, and asking what the Hell that had been. ''It is beautiful. It sounds like there would not be cursing at all.''
Well, it was also very interesting for me to hear the record of myself while speaking Finnish. Huh, perhaps I should fetch my dictaphone and start practicing this recording? Oh my... and oh my again. I just hope there are not many Finns listening to this radio. When I returned from Helsinki in September, my spoken Finnish was much better, I think. More softer, more proper. Now I mainly read and write. Okay, and I do listen to quite some Finnish-singing bands. Sometimes, I also meet Finnish native speakers that live here in Ljubljana, I do talk, but still... as the overall environment would be the one giving that more proper sound. Ljubljana's Finnish is different that the one I was speaking or trying to speak in Helsinki and elsewhere in Finland.
Here is my cursing contribution. I won't explain the whole jingle-story behind it, since I was only the actor. But I am happy my very basic Finnish skills are slowely getting useful; at least somehow and in some way. Just do not be offended on behalf of the words below... this task was all about languages - and having some fun.
Voi vittu, sä oot yks mulkku jätkä, ihan typerä äpärä, mene ja opiskele suomea, perkele!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
First, mind this Andy Warhol here (I like him in general). Second, I won't write much on Valentine's Day; it is imported holiday that has not been celebrated in Slovenia until a few, perhaps ten years ago. Now it is here in all its Western glory. And kitch. But I do not intend to write that I feel pretty much punky about Valentine's Day. Yeah, this Valentine's thingie totally sucks... errr... okay, no fallouts. The board I have seen made me think about gifts. General thoughts I could post at other commercial holidays too. Giving gifts. And getting them.
In a way, yes, I like giving gifts to people. If there is a birthday occasion, or if I travel to somewhere for a visit, or if I return from a trip. Sometimes I give gifts to thank for various nice favours. And sometimes I give small gifts almost... out of the blue. Chocolates, for instance. When buying gifts for birthdays, there is this shop in Ljubljana I like. Fair Trade shop; with the purchase there, one supports poor craftsmen and women from allover the world whereas ecology is also involved. Almost all gifts I have given to my friends within last couple of years where bought from that shop.
Well, I can also give gifts that appear too big. Like more things together. Which could turn embarrassing, sometimes, or it could even be wrongly understood. Hei, I do not want to buy anyone's friendship. It is like... a concept of a present I have in my mind at that particular moment when seeking for it. Then, some things fit together so nicely, for instance. Perhaps difficult to explain.
Lepa prijateljstva - Happy Valentine's Day - Hyvää ystäväpäivää.
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.
(The Velvet Underground: Venus In Furs)
Friday, February 09, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I draw a line infront of you on the water, do not step over it
I carry you into the surface, I suck free from the air
Water is calm, your calmness defeats all
puhun sinulle kosketan hiuksiasi
I speak to you I touch your hair
kuljetan sinut pintaan, imen vapaaksi ilmasta
vesi on tyyni, sinun tyyneytesi vie voiton kaikesta
Water is calm, your calmness defeats all
minun kuivakukkani umpeutui, värinä kädestä reidelleni
My dried up flower closed, shivering from the hand to my thighs
ruususuu etääntyi tyhjän vihani ympäriltä
Rosey mouth drew away from the soroundings of my empty anger
Into the loose dance of ashes
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The bus reaches the village where I have to get off. The air is fresh. Cold. I still have some time to wait, so I go for a cup of green tea. To the village bar. In the bar, there is the waitress and one older man. I get my tea; cheaper than in Ljubljana. I think the people in the bar probably wonder a bit where I came from. For some moments, I feel as in Conor MacPherson's play The Weir. Like that I would be somewhere in Ireland, entering sleepy village pub, young stranger from the capital disturbing the locals. Then, another man enters. ''I have seen two wolves on the road,'' the man says. ''I stopped my car and watched them.'' And the people in the bar start to discuss about sheep.
Later that day and after the errand I happen to have a quick sauna. In one nice and fancy SPA nearby the village where those wolves were seen. And when I got home, I just fell asleep.