Literature as a Hearth-stoning
(Lidija Dimkovska’s A Spare Life, Ili-ili, Skopje 2012)“I did not become a writer. I cannot write even now. Writing is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
(Lidija Dimkovska’s A Spare Life, Ili-ili, Skopje 2012)“I did not become a writer. I cannot write even now. Writing is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
On Vladimir Martinovski’s Before and After the Dance (Skopje, Kliker: 2012)“Dance is celebration, dance is language, a language beyond words.” [...]
admin 2018-08-22T12:47:12+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
Marcos Zotes "Rafmögnuð Náttúra" (Photo by Jón Óskar Hauksson) Marcos Zotes "Rafmögnuð Náttúra" (Photo by Ragnar Th. Sigurðsson) [...]
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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 [...]
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behind autumn’s rusty pleasure and the leaky old rowboat that is hauled out of the river year after year, a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
(Excerpt from the novel)I 1. I'm sitting in the old cottage on my grandpa’s “ranch”. The night had barged into [...]
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Translated by Jason BlakeRadio was especially important during real socialism. It was the only instrument that let one come into [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments
Between 1890 and 1891 Claude Monet painted a series of twenty five paintings depicting haystacks near his home in Giverny. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 November 6th, 2012|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 86|0 Comments
(excerpt from the novel) He was smiling with a curious pain in his face, and she was watching him, waiting [...]