November-December, 2008
A Dialogue with Our Predecessors
(or: the Macedonian woman writer, a daughter of many fathers and few mothers)As early as 1922, T.S. Eliot in his [...]
November-December, 2008
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(or: the Macedonian woman writer, a daughter of many fathers and few mothers)As early as 1922, T.S. Eliot in his [...]
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An image, a memory: I stand in the foyer of the splendid dilapidated palace Kazina in the center of Ljubljana [...]
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(The Claws, by Marko Vidojković)#1 Marko Vidojković's novel “The Claws” was in the centre of media attention, and literary critics [...]
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Reading "Ešerove petlje" by Zoran Živković, Belgrade: Geopoetika, 2008#1 I have impatiently waited for the new novel of one of [...]
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Aparatus Array Birds at Rest Candle Holder Dances with Squares Incantesimo Inicio [...]
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Synergy Museum of the city of Skopje, December 2008 cover photo: Darko Moraitov Ritual Photo and oil [...]
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Translated by: Sibila PetlevskiA green coil and a pair of shoes on the sill. The wings of the casement are [...]
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Translated by the author, edited by Elizabeta BakovskaI want a new ass and new tits a new brain new me [...]
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She had brisk, light steps. But all that ease concealed careful calculation. Each of her movements through space spoke a [...]
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The warrior admitted… Was it a defeat? No, it was not. A victory? No, it was not. The admitting resulted [...]