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At the time in Lemberg* when a revolution in the hospitality industry was taking place at the beginning of the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
At the time in Lemberg* when a revolution in the hospitality industry was taking place at the beginning of the [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:03:45+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translation from Macedonian: Kalina Maleska The first image that came to me of my grandfather’s house was snowy, perhaps because [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Dedicated to Igor Isakovski Hardest is the time unscheduled to come Saddest is the blues in the silence between two [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
we clean up the tree house and you come across my long lost courage “put it in the box with [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:12:07+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I wanted, I wanted a lot to translate books from German to Macedonian and I looked, I looked for a [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:13:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I’ve said so many times: “You must read Igor Isakovski’s poems!”, but I’ve never said why. I guess it’s time. [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:14:30+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
In several conversations I have had with people who knew Igor Isakovski well, what they emphasized about him most frequently [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:15:24+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
The balcony was as long as the room, around eight meters, but it was quite narrow: when they’d sit on [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Nina Simone, I know that it is too late and there is no way that you can hear me, but [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:09:31+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I did not know Igor a lot. I only met him once, we were in a bar, we had a [...]