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A blue TV set. And a yellow tomcat. Stripping the damp dark I walk in. I’m glad. I shed off [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
A blue TV set. And a yellow tomcat. Stripping the damp dark I walk in. I’m glad. I shed off [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Theory, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Thorstein Veblen wrote that typesetters were given to alcoholism in the 1800s because they belonged to a profession which was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Theory, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
In the American Theater status - the ability to extract deference from others — is automatically conferred on the basis [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
In a journalistic context, if one uses a complicated methodology of analysis of terms, processes, structures, such is the comparative, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Play, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Patricia Marsh StefanovskaThis play is dedicated to my father, Mirko CHARACTERS DIMITRIJA ANDREJEVIC, 55, an invalid, former house [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:47+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Concert, Sound, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
With the last album RELIGION & SEX, first for the “Third Ear” Production label and the soundtrack for the Milčo [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski (For Hristo Poljanski) To this small (and cold) age We gave our warmth – We warmed [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
“Before every performance I drink a glass of vodka, or two, or three… to warm myself and then I give [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:47+00:00 February 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 19|0 Comments
I’m leaving leaving alone to wait for myself somewhere else and when I ring me on the phone I’m not [...]