Zoran Madžirov – Nomad-Musician
I’m Not Afraid of Anything#1 Dalnovod is a perfect logical-cosmic merge between the intellect and intuition with a large and [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
I’m Not Afraid of Anything#1 Dalnovod is a perfect logical-cosmic merge between the intellect and intuition with a large and [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
We didn’t have much time, but we had a lot of energyI would like to rationalise less the times that [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
At the end of the year the stars go out the air stops breathing and the Sibyl sings first she [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Iztok Osojnik. Mister Today. Ana Jelnikar, tr. San Jose, California. A. Jacaranda. 2003. Drawing perhaps on the example of Zbigniew [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Translated by Jovana StojkovskaWhen is this “Indian summer” outside going to end that’s threading even under my trousers? When is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Translated from the Serbian by Novica PetrovićOne does not build a house collecting cutlery even though a few extra spoons [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:23+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments
each day a legendary search for the lost cry of children in the woods each day a woman leaves her [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments
It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could you know. That's [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments
I had yet to open my eyes. The eiderdown was sweltering and light; weights were chasing each other around in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments
for John Cheevern/a