Getting Woven In the Knitted Threads
Reading "Ešerove petlje" by Zoran Živković, Belgrade: Geopoetika, 2008#1 I have impatiently waited for the new novel of one of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 December 29th, 2008|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 63|0 Comments
Reading "Ešerove petlje" by Zoran Živković, Belgrade: Geopoetika, 2008#1 I have impatiently waited for the new novel of one of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
(excerpt)Marianne sat on the beach with Eric. The air was heavy, her fingers sticky with ice cream and salt. Seagulls [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
One of the most important elements of the pop culture today is the picture of the “absent” father as the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
(Interpreting the poem "The Breaking of the Strength" by Blaže Koneski)1. Kitančev and Koneski, and their prototext The more I [...]
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(Sleep before Evening by Magdalena Ball, BeWrite Books, 2007)#1 In her debut novel Sleep Before Evening (Bewrite Books, United Kingdom, [...]
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(Sleep before Evening by Magdalena Ball, BeWrite Books, 2007)#1 Magdalena Ball's Sleep Before Evening recounts a year in the life [...]
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(“Tropic of Cancer” by Henry Miller)#1 One of the most significant novels in the world, “Tropic of Cancer” (Paris, 1934) [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
On the table a candle burns down – the dog by the stove.
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
a swift and cold walk through history, through the quiet woods, past benumbed deer that only pretend to be fir [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
(excerpt)I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We [...]