On Beckett’s Expression – Complexity and Minimalism
Translated from Macedonian by the author But I don’t say anything, I don’t know anything, these voices are not mine, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Macedonian by the author But I don’t say anything, I don’t know anything, these voices are not mine, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska Igor Isakovski (1970-2014) is a poet, prose writer, editor and publisher who belongs to [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:00:40+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
(On the book: “From the Room to Hollywood (The image of the woman artist in the biographical movie)” (Zojder, 2014) [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Bosnian by Elizabeta Bakovska The birds take off in time again today, but I have nothing to learn, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Romanian into English by Florin Bican Beyond repair my body a shelf the doorknob knocks against day after [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
At the time in Lemberg* when a revolution in the hospitality industry was taking place at the beginning of the [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:03:45+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translation from Macedonian: Kalina Maleska The first image that came to me of my grandfather’s house was snowy, perhaps because [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I want to be a DJ at the shelter for abused women, sing songs to net swordfish from the eye's [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Dedicated to Igor Isakovski Hardest is the time unscheduled to come Saddest is the blues in the silence between two [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
we clean up the tree house and you come across my long lost courage “put it in the box with [...]