House of Language
Translated by: Mia DintinjanaI am building a house anew. From inarticulate voices. From chains of catterpillars. From tufts of nettles [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
Translated by: Mia DintinjanaI am building a house anew. From inarticulate voices. From chains of catterpillars. From tufts of nettles [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
Translated by: Ewald Osers(from a cycle Five Love Letters) Nothing is more visible and nothing is more present than your [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Reviews, Gallery, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
– Project by Bojan Simovski and his student colleagues at the Cathedra of History of Art –#6 At July 1st [...]
admin 2018-08-22T13:18:18+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments
Morning landscape in winter, Veles Birds before a storm, Sveti Nikole Barbershop, Radoviš Meeting of childhood [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:14+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
These lines are dedicated to the book “The Female Side of the Story: The Crisis in Macedonia in 2001” by [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:14+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Paunović / Svetozar KoljevićHow many times have you seen this treetop, its leaves quivering or at peace, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
Translations into English by Magdalena Horvat and Fiona SampsonFrom "Selected Poems", © SPE 2006My Grandfather’s wall has got too old [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
On the way we knew not from where my wife plucked a flower. Above us hang the sky and below [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
(Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 August 6th, 2006|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 49|0 Comments
My mother told me not to play on the playground, but I didn’t listen. It wasn’t fair from the very [...]