Stranstvuvanje and Provintialism
In my pocket I still carry the key of my former home – Josip Osti I came across the word [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:54+00:00 June 30th, 2010|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 71-73|0 Comments
In my pocket I still carry the key of my former home – Josip Osti I came across the word [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:54+00:00 June 30th, 2010|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 71-73|0 Comments
(Igor Isakovski, “Swimming in the Dust”, Blesok, 2010, 236 p.)#1 Igor Isakovski is a writer who realizes the prose values [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:54+00:00 June 30th, 2010|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 71-73|0 Comments
(Zvonko Taneski,
admin 2018-12-12T16:36:26+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
Tango is as old as the mankind: it was born with the first pain of the soul. Tango is a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
#1 The book of short prose “The Geography of Smallness” by Aco Gogov, provisionally made of four parts (“Before-Word”, “Words”, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
'Conservatory'. I had imagined a magic tower and was thrown into a class of sneezing children. A record fidgeted a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
Here. Hear the ice crack. Be still. We are constantly on the move. This road goes nowhere, this road goes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
When little girl runs away turning it upside down For the first time turtle sees the sky Trans. by Neslihan [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
The storm was coming, you could feel it in the air, which was all pervaded by its presence, electrified and [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
A small stain of yellow light appears sporadically on the window of our train compartment, then is swiped away by [...]