Cinderella in Chrome Casket
Translated from the Serbian by Ana BožičevićI returned to town to find them standing between the gallery and the café [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
Translated from the Serbian by Ana BožičevićI returned to town to find them standing between the gallery and the café [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
One sunny autumn afternoon a child strayed away from its rude home in a small field and entered a forest [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
The time, a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early autumn of 1861. The place, a forest's heart in the mountain [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 August 23rd, 2014|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 97|0 Comments
Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of [...]
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“Imperialism’s epistemic violence … constituted/effaced the subject that was obliged to cathect … the space of the Imperialists’ self-consolidating other. [...]
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The basic ontological concepts in the Bhagavad-Gītā1. Bhagavad-Gītā as a literary text “Every activity of the human being is to [...]
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(Upon the short story collection “A New Story” by Mersiha Ismajloska, “Bran” edition – Struga, 2014.)#1 Fairy-tales, short stories, short-short [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:38+00:00 June 21st, 2014|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 96|0 Comments
Through the Example of Salinger’s Novel The Catcher in the RyeIntroduction Literary theory and criticism have frequently attempted to separate [...]
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Wade Atsheler is dead—dead by his own hand. To say that this was entirely unexpected by the small coterie which [...]
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Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaWhere am I drawn in layers of memories imprinted in the city dust washed by raindrops I [...]