Eight walks in the fictional woods
(Rumena Bužarovska: Wisdom Tooth, Blesok, Skopje, 2010)#1 After the extraordinary debut of her short story collection Scribbles, the latest collection [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 March 1st, 2011|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 76|0 Comments
(Rumena Bužarovska: Wisdom Tooth, Blesok, Skopje, 2010)#1 After the extraordinary debut of her short story collection Scribbles, the latest collection [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 March 1st, 2011|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 76|0 Comments
I am always on alert. My leg muscles jerk on each sound that is strange and unnatural. I stand up [...]
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(First prize at the short story competition LIK, Nova Makedonija daily, 2010)It was on the day of the funeral that [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 March 1st, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 76|0 Comments
Translated by Bela Gligorova From "Erased Spaces", Blesok, 2011.Another (one) will write your autobiography. Someone who will pretend being you. [...]
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From "Asphalt Dragons", Blesok, 2011.The high heel shoes were invented by a girl who was always kissed on her forehead. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 March 1st, 2011|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 76|0 Comments
(from "The Essay as a Training Ground", Blesok, 2010)Manipulation is, undoubtedly, a vicious and destructive category. On top of it, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
(excerpt from the novel)28. Maja was staying in a room of an old bed and breakfast downtown, with a dozen [...]
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With the On Name lecture I would like to caution against certain traumatic issues – such as the name, the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
At night I can’t sleep so I listen to rare ghosts driving time through Zagreb. Sometimes they hit the brakes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments
Translated by Elizabeta BakovskaLove dies, as a dying man it falls ill, lies, ails looks for a cure, hopes gets [...]