Is It Barbaric to Write Poetry?
The world must have someone to feel its pain & speak of it. The poet is that mouth. (from “The [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments
The world must have someone to feel its pain & speak of it. The poet is that mouth. (from “The [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments
It has taken me a good while to write about my fascination, perhaps even unabashed zeal for Tony Kushner’s world [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments
#1 Amidst the hustle and bustle of the daily political turmoil that have exacted their toil on the theatre scene [...]
admin 2018-08-22T12:47:10+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments
Minimum-Monument 2012 Amsterdam, Belfast, Berlin, Santiago de Chile Minimum-Monument 2013 Amsterdam, Belfast, Berlin, Santiago de Chile Minimum-Monument [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments
#1 The “Minimum Monument” project is a critical reading of the monument in the contemporary cities. In a few-minutes action, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments
Toni Dimkov interviews Sead Hadžić – Secko, “Mooger Fooger”A variety of sensibilities and a host of creative musicians are a [...]
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(The historical TV novella "Pride of the Ratkajev family” seen through the audience)Abstract: Based on the methodology that favors the [...]
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Translated into English by Paul VincentThe sea’s purple at Piraeus. A flag creeps over the bell tower when the wind [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
I used to think there was a lot of evil in the world, for although I am the most tender [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
behind autumn’s rusty pleasure and the leaky old rowboat that is hauled out of the river year after year, a [...]