Goran Trajkovski and Alexander Hoffman – Veljanov
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 April 29th, 2009|Categories: Concert, Sound, Blesok no. 65|0 Comments
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 April 29th, 2009|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 65|0 Comments
#1 Even this late, one month shy of his 68th birthday, another side of Bob Dylan reveals itself. After securing [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 April 29th, 2009|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 65|0 Comments
On "Porta Macedonia" album by Goran Trajkovski and Alexander Hoffman – Veljanov, "Premium Records", 2008#1 Goran Trajkovski, the ex singer [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
On “This Transplanted Typewriter…” album of Foltin band, first issue of the Cultural and Information Centre from Skopje#1 The avant-garde [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
Shut your eyes and you shall see James Joyce, Ulysses #1 There is this question – the one which doesn't [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
“… where to find this living Venus of the ancient people, the one who is many a time called for [...]
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”Art is the highest form of hope” Gerhard Richter #1 At the exhibition Six Macedonian [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
From the Cello in the Sun, 2001 (Čelo na soncu, Ljubljana: Študentska založba, 2001)Translated by Janko LozarA test tells me [...]
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From "The Dead Branch Revives", Blesok, 2009.Translated by Alan McConnell DuffAmongst the vineyards the way to the graveyard. There is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
The asphalt vaporizes. We are walking, me and him, provincials from the South, down the pavement of one of the [...]