April-May, 2001
Proud Flesh / Candide
In a journalistic context, if one uses a complicated methodology of analysis of terms, processes, structures, such is the comparative, [...]
April-May, 2001
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
In a journalistic context, if one uses a complicated methodology of analysis of terms, processes, structures, such is the comparative, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:46+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Play, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Patricia Marsh StefanovskaThis play is dedicated to my father, Mirko CHARACTERS DIMITRIJA ANDREJEVIC, 55, an invalid, former house [...]
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With the last album RELIGION & SEX, first for the “Third Ear” Production label and the soundtrack for the Milčo [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski (For Hristo Poljanski) To this small (and cold) age We gave our warmth – We warmed [...]
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“Before every performance I drink a glass of vodka, or two, or three… to warm myself and then I give [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Basna Our word for «fable». Not to be confused with Bosna, our word for «Bosnia». In a basna animals take [...]
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"Bad people don't make good musicians"World famous artist and the unsurpassed duduk player Djivan Gasparian talks for BLESOK about his [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski(Everything I give this poem) I give this poem my two hands that have forgotten to write [...]
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Vaska Ilieva (1927-2001) I remember even today how my father slapped me. It happened rarely. It wasn’t about something important… [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments
The Imam of the village was still there, not leaving. Unlike him, Imams from nearby villages used to leave before [...]