A Victory of Language over the Act of Looking
Shut your eyes and you shall see James Joyce, Ulysses #1 There is this question – the one which doesn't [...]
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Shut your eyes and you shall see James Joyce, Ulysses #1 There is this question – the one which doesn't [...]
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“… 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 [...]
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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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Translated by: Sibila PetlevskiA green coil and a pair of shoes on the sill. The wings of the casement are [...]
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Translated by the author, edited by Elizabeta BakovskaI want a new ass and new tits a new brain new me [...]
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She had brisk, light steps. But all that ease concealed careful calculation. Each of her movements through space spoke a [...]
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The warrior admitted… Was it a defeat? No, it was not. A victory? No, it was not. The admitting resulted [...]
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(or: the Macedonian woman writer, a daughter of many fathers and few mothers)As early as 1922, T.S. Eliot in his [...]
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An image, a memory: I stand in the foyer of the splendid dilapidated palace Kazina in the center of Ljubljana [...]