November – December 2019
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This is a photo gallery of the murals painted at this year’s 8th Street Arts Festival in Mostar by [...]
November – December 2019
admin 2019-12-27T11:43:55+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
This is a photo gallery of the murals painted at this year’s 8th Street Arts Festival in Mostar by [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:43:52+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
https://goo.gl/maps/rBFUEKPz7nnMQHYV6 This exhibition is dedicated to [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:44:09+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
A CARPET OF GENES Life is expensive, like a Persian rug of several million knots trodden upon by whoever comes. [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:44:13+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
Four construction workers cut its roots. To get it out, they needed help from two more. It was a huge [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:44:32+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
Templum’s anthology The World’s Ten Best Short Stories (2019) is a true breath of fresh air in the world of [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:26+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 129|Tags: Leonard Cohen|0 Comments
Published: 24.11.2019 at 18:58h Just as for my father John Wayne never died, so I could never go to Leonard’s [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:30+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
(On the poetry book Human by Jovica Ivanovski, 2019) One has to hide from humanity to find the human in [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:39+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
Each night my father would set the old metal alarm clock and place it on the washing machine in the [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:56+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
(A moving story from Botswana) There she is, the baby antelope still covered with remnants of her mother’s placenta and [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:46:16+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
I then began to realize death had worked her charm. Taking myself of nothingness I chose a road to walk. [...]