The passage towards you
At night I can’t sleep so I listen to rare ghosts driving time through Zagreb. Sometimes they hit the brakes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
At night I can’t sleep so I listen to rare ghosts driving time through Zagreb. Sometimes they hit the brakes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
Translated by Elizabeta BakovskaLove dies, as a dying man it falls ill, lies, ails looks for a cure, hopes gets [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
Translated by Korana Šegetalo - DelićFrom mk/поезија/586-знам-дека-знаеш-9789989594731.htmlЗнам дека знаеш / Znam da znaš / I Know You Know”, Blesok, 2012.Today's [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
(Sibila Petlevski, Moj Antonio Diavolo: francuska suita; Fraktura, Zaprešić, 2007.)A distressful Romanesque mirage which erases the border between what we [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
(excerpt from the novel)28. Maja was staying in a room of an old bed and breakfast downtown, with a dozen [...]
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With the On Name lecture I would like to caution against certain traumatic issues – such as the name, the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 September 8th, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 74|0 Comments
(extract)She told me she loved me as a verse-creating object, as something with an enormous shaggy tail, something absurdly spectacular [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 September 8th, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 74|0 Comments
Wednesday, Early Morning Maroš1F kissed his sleeping wife and quietly slipped out of the bedroom. He was carrying his jeans [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 September 8th, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 74|0 Comments
Café Hyena – Kalisto TanziElza: Together we ate grapes and washed them down with pink wine. The next day I [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 September 8th, 2010|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 74|0 Comments
A few years ago I was asked to translate an extract from Ivan Kolenič's new novel Say Goodbye to Poetry. [...]