“For the Glory of Easter”
#1 What essentially characterizes the fine art poetics of Dragan Mijač – Brile, whether it is a sculpture, painting or [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments
#1 What essentially characterizes the fine art poetics of Dragan Mijač – Brile, whether it is a sculpture, painting or [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments
Inside of me Bison are stampeding Across caves Review by Vladimir Matinovski: Haiku – Poetry of Integration
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments
Skopje Blues & Soul festival takes place every first week in July, and this year is no exception to the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:08+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments
To my MotherIf I could explain what it means to link these two words I would have found myself My [...]
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admin 2018-08-21T17:23:10+00:00 April 14th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 53|0 Comments
She insists on 'mummy,' or 'mommy,' or 'mom.' I wince and claim 'amma' - this word - chord of lineage [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 April 14th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 53|0 Comments
Translated by: Ana Jelnikar & Stephen WattsThis day comes foretold for the black king and white queen. Let the heavy [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 April 14th, 2007|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 53|0 Comments
(Excerpt from the novel)#1 In her brood skirt, she was riding a mule. Her feet were hanging at the side, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 April 14th, 2007|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 53|0 Comments
Can you imagine the prehistoric women eating bananas? Do you know how a woman nowadays eats a banana? How bananas [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 April 14th, 2007|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 53|0 Comments
I stood on a hill and I saw the Old approaching, but it came as the New. “Parade of the [...]