The cabaret
In the cigarette smoke of dead soldiers in their metallic shouts take it all off as blades of rich reflections [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
In the cigarette smoke of dead soldiers in their metallic shouts take it all off as blades of rich reflections [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
A Reflection on America’s Literary CultureIn many countries, we might find an individual who represents the collective conscious or Zeitgeist [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
A Journey through YugoslaviaPenguin Books, New York 1994 Skopje I This is the supreme moment of Easter, when the priests [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
(on the collection of poems True Water by Vladimir Martinovski) Vladimir Martinovski's latest poetic creation True Water brings true poetry [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
the river will run in another direction the fishermen with their boats will come next and further on the drowning [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
Dwarf: the origin of thought There were seven dwarves, one Snow White. There was one dwarf that after a days’ [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
BOXING DREAMERAfter a long, long time, you felt the cold on your face. High in the mountains, surrounded by trees [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
Translated from the Serbian by Ana BožičevićI returned to town to find them standing between the gallery and the café [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
One sunny autumn afternoon a child strayed away from its rude home in a small field and entered a forest [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
The time, a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early autumn of 1861. The place, a forest's heart in the mountain [...]