The Eighth Commissioner
(excerpt) A huge shark circled furiously, and his protruding eyes flashed in every direction. He was hungrier and more dangerous [...]
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(excerpt) A huge shark circled furiously, and his protruding eyes flashed in every direction. He was hungrier and more dangerous [...]
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In the beginning, a series of questions What is the past to the theatre, so that it must deal so [...]
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(on Goce Smilevski's novel Sigmund Freud's Sister. – Skopje: Kultura, 2007, 182 pp)#1 In the reception process, we all learn [...]
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10 March 2009, 22:50 I was postponing for a long time starting this diary on the Apocalypses. I didn't want [...]
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Language clear and see-through as poisoned water, deadly as a ballerina's smile. The foal isn't innocent; look at the way [...]
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Translated from Norwegian by Ingrid HaugFrom “Под виножитото на ноќта / Under nattens regnbue / Underneath the Rainbow of the [...]
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From the Cello in the Sun, 2001 (Čelo na soncu, Ljubljana: Študentska založba, 2001)Translated by Janko LozarA test tells me [...]
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From "The Dead Branch Revives", Blesok, 2009.Translated by Alan McConnell DuffAmongst the vineyards the way to the graveyard. There is [...]
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The asphalt vaporizes. We are walking, me and him, provincials from the South, down the pavement of one of the [...]
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Ganesh lay on his back in bed, one hand behind his head, his legs dangling off the side, while his [...]