Language Says
Translated by: Helena Berg, Fiona SampsonLanguage says: Before Language there stands a language. Language is tainted traces from over there. [...]
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Translated by: Helena Berg, Fiona SampsonLanguage says: Before Language there stands a language. Language is tainted traces from over there. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:20+00:00 July 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 43|0 Comments
Strange now to recollect them who were once more real than ourselves. Strange to have them motionless in photographs, uttering [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:20+00:00 July 1st, 2005|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 43|0 Comments
It was a beautiful March evening; a light layer of cloud veiled the sky. Crimson sunrays came out of that [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
I’ve heard the system’s closing down. It’s good reading in books, old friend, your words about what a friend is, [...]
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Translated by: V. MirandaThe man in love wants to be the woman he loves, He says: with me to the [...]
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Translated by: Igor Isakovski and the authorMy generation doesn't care about history. On Sofia streets they forgot The dead body [...]
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Now I recognize it was always me like a camera set to expose itself to a picture or a pipe [...]
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Emre would rise at five. His palliasse could be slid beneath the couch so that Frau Losberg could use the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
In April 1992, I had a rendezvous with my long-distance lover, Aleš, in Rome. I had traveled on a transatlantic [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Robert Creeley’s reach across time and space was generous, and he touched lives from one side of the planet to [...]