The House of the Palms
– excerpt from the novel –1 […] The next day I went to the khalwa1F again. After the classes, Sheik [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:12+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
– excerpt from the novel –1 […] The next day I went to the khalwa1F again. After the classes, Sheik [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:12+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
– On Hans van de Waarsenburg’s poetry –For I gave to your blood / the ebb tide of the world’s [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
#1 The Arabic poetry and prose of the Sudanese author Tarek Eltayeb (who born and grew up in Egypt before [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
#1 The new Dylan album starts with the voice of God in the mountains and the sound of pistols in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
– Photographs by Ivan Blažev “Macedonia Dreaming”–#1 Photographing is rather a moment of approaching than approaching the moment. The distance [...]
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– afterword to “House of Language” („Куќа од јазик“, Blesok, 2006) –#1 After reading the poems of the latest four [...]
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– On Pop's Drunk Again, an excerpt from the accompanying essay –#1 The character of a misunderstood genius, subjected to [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
translated by:Peter Boreasfrom Across the Fields"We were the ships, we were built, we departed. Wine drew us between the columns, [...]
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Translated by: Mia DintinjanaI am building a house anew. From inarticulate voices. From chains of catterpillars. From tufts of nettles [...]
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Translated by: Ewald Osers(from a cycle Five Love Letters) Nothing is more visible and nothing is more present than your [...]