Melentie Pandilovski
Andrew John Milne – Forgotten Futures2015 | Photographic emulsion on canvas, laser cut birch and beam-splitting mirrorsBill Vorn – Hysterical [...]
admin 2018-08-22T08:34:12+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Andrew John Milne – Forgotten Futures2015 | Photographic emulsion on canvas, laser cut birch and beam-splitting mirrorsBill Vorn – Hysterical [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:07:05+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
One must enter the catastrophe to reap its benefits without suffering its drawbacks. You cannot prohibit the catastrophe, you must [...]
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 [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I saw Igor Isakovski for the first time when I responded to the invitation of my friend, the poet Bogomil [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:10:58+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Dear Igor, Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to write anything on you or your poetry, although we were working together in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
the plane landed after six attempts. the storm was waning, the strong wind blew the leaves and stuck them against [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Bottles were over. Poems were over. We had already told each other our first loves, girls we made love for [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
(for Igor Isakovski) You leave crushed knees fallen on silence and ground you had to step “deep into the hole” [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I couldn’t find your grave in the marble forest. After the funeral I looked for signs to get by when [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I want to be a DJ at the shelter for abused women, sing songs to net swordfish from the eye's [...]