March-April, 2003
Toni Kitanovski Trio in “Universal Hall”
A Concert of the Jazz-Band That Overcomes the Balkan FramesThe jazz-guitarist Toni Kitanovski and his actual co-workers Aleksandar Sekulovski and [...]
March-April, 2003
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A Concert of the Jazz-Band That Overcomes the Balkan FramesThe jazz-guitarist Toni Kitanovski and his actual co-workers Aleksandar Sekulovski and [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:32+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
The Emotive Performance of the “New England Stories”The concert was attended by merely 300 of audience, that definitely influenced upon [...]
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Robert Wilson and InterculturalismNatural Selection “One day i discovered the habits of a porcupine fish,” Charles Darwin recorded in his [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Theory, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
It seems that for the first time in human history we have the chance for global cultural understanding. Air travel [...]
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Towards “The Powder Keg”, “W.T.F. started all this” and “The Balkan is not dead” Dejan Dukovski is one of the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:31+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
First full moon of the year - and it's trapped in a bare tree!
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Play, Theatre/Film, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
Translated by: Philip PhilipovichAlive and Well (A bar, nearly empty. ANGJELE, middle aged, sitting at a table. He is drinking [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:32+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
Ear against the boom box I wait for her word to exalt me give meaning to the things I do [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
”She paints angels fairly well,” my friend said, ignoring the small lens through each black eye painted clear enough for [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:32+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments
“Oh, if only I died too”, staring at the television, brooding, the grandmother sighed almost soundlessly. She was sitting on [...]