In Medias Res
Once upon a time there was a city in whose stores, whenever somebody would like to call somebody, and not [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
Once upon a time there was a city in whose stores, whenever somebody would like to call somebody, and not [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
My dear, I told her, a bitter wound eats at my body. I lifted my shirt so that she could [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
Old Grulica rode a donkey early in the morning toward the gardens, smiling about something all the way. It was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
#1 1. Starting with usual question, when did you start playing guitar? I was 14 years old, in Dallas, Texas. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
It's a common fact that future of the blues depends on work of smaller, independent record labels whose dedication to [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
Summer Jazz Festival Kumanovo 2001 This time the honor of the event was defended by the local performers, first of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
In 1959, in the provincial town of Opole, Poland, population 50,000, sixty miles from Auschwitz, Jerzy Grotowski (to be referred [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Theory, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
New versus Old Media It is important to recognise the extent to which 'new media' is not 'new', but is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiYou will easily know my blue bird: it does not peck at bark or the fruits of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
to Mario Luzi The old old poet climbs onto the stage and the leopard's back tenses in the dark. I, [...]