I saw the pines grow

Like old men, the hills

leaned their heads onto their white pillows

and kept silent.

The pines are rustling.

(Who are they talking to?)

From “I saw the pines grow” by Srečko Kosovel, The Golden Boat: Selected Poems of Srečko Kosovel,

translated by Bert Pribac and David Brooks (Cambridge: Salt Publishing, 2008).

On August 10, Marko Uršič, Jaka Gerčar and I spent the entire day walking in the Karst. The result - a book about walking and wine, physics and metaphysics - is soon to come out as part of Day X series (Paper Tigers Books, Berlin). 

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