November-December, 2014
The cabaret
In the cigarette smoke of dead soldiers in their metallic shouts take it all off as blades of rich reflections [...]
November-December, 2014
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
In the cigarette smoke of dead soldiers in their metallic shouts take it all off as blades of rich reflections [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Literature, Essays, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
A Reflection on America’s Literary CultureIn many countries, we might find an individual who represents the collective conscious or Zeitgeist [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Literature, Essays, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
A Journey through YugoslaviaPenguin Books, New York 1994 Skopje I This is the supreme moment of Easter, when the priests [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
(on the collection of poems True Water by Vladimir Martinovski) Vladimir Martinovski's latest poetic creation True Water brings true poetry [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
the river will run in another direction the fishermen with their boats will come next and further on the drowning [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Exhibition, Gallery, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
Dwarf: the origin of thought There were seven dwarves, one Snow White. There was one dwarf that after a days’ [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
BOXING DREAMERAfter a long, long time, you felt the cold on your face. High in the mountains, surrounded by trees [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
so here I am again observing certain ladies in the small alley across the street from Spinoza's house, remembering how [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
Upturning the turtle, little girl runs away For the first time, turtle sees sky Trans. by Raman Mundair
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
I don’t know how to begin this…a lot has happened since you passed away. I know it’s moronic to write [...]