Black Lamb and Gray Falcon
A Journey through YugoslaviaPenguin Books, New York 1994 Skopje I This is the supreme moment of Easter, when the priests [...]
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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 [...]
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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’ [...]
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BOXING DREAMERAfter a long, long time, you felt the cold on your face. High in the mountains, surrounded by trees [...]
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so here I am again observing certain ladies in the small alley across the street from Spinoza's house, remembering how [...]
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Upturning the turtle, little girl runs away For the first time, turtle sees sky Trans. by Raman Mundair
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 [...]
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Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of [...]
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“Imperialism’s epistemic violence … constituted/effaced the subject that was obliged to cathect … the space of the Imperialists’ self-consolidating other. [...]