Tranquility and Disturbance as a Provocation, Lasting or Concluding
Regarding the Turkish movie “Climates” by Nuri Bilge Ceylan; part of the main program of the 59th Cannes Film Festival, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 February 20th, 2007|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 52|0 Comments
Regarding the Turkish movie “Climates” by Nuri Bilge Ceylan; part of the main program of the 59th Cannes Film Festival, [...]
admin 2018-08-22T13:16:45+00:00 February 20th, 2007|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 52|0 Comments
Puzzle I, drypoint, 50 x 70, 2004 Museum of the City of Skopje – Open Graphic Art Studio, November-December [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 February 20th, 2007|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 52|0 Comments
#1 In his graphic prints Evgenij Pantev explores the maximum resilience of the artistic procedure known as dry-point etching. As [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 February 20th, 2007|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 52|0 Comments
#1 With his digital graphics Ladislav Cvetkovski revokes the stationary nature of his figurative symbols, he revokes their thematic recognisability. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:12+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Concert, Sound, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:12+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments
I get on at a small train station. A booth with an old ticket selling lady. The carriage is full [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments
On the fringes of the bloody thought breathes our quiet silkworm. She comes to us and we come. No-one nowhere [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments
Translated by: Ana JelnikarMan sets out for the desert. He doesn’t get far. But the fact he’s managed to get [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments
Translated by: Jure NovakNo trails. The dry, glassy sand. What silence! Rhythms of the sun. Of never-finished worlds. Of vanishings. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments
I met Jason for the first time in almost seven years. We were students together; and though we never belonged [...]