Leaning on its shadow
Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaThere it is below, between two coasts, in the silence between two words, the warm seed of [...]
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Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaThere it is below, between two coasts, in the silence between two words, the warm seed of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 July 3rd, 2008|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 60|0 Comments
At fifteen it is still possible to be hurt by almost anything. The protective skin has not grown and the [...]
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He was thirty when his father was dying in the next room. It was three am. He wanted to be [...]
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(or: Does women's writing exist?)During our domestic discussions on literature (which we have somewhere between our everyday conversations and agreements [...]
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(To the legacy of the golden poetic seed of Ante Popovski: Две тишини, Коска паленица и Пророчки труби. – Скопје, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:02+00:00 July 3rd, 2008|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 60|0 Comments
(a review about the exile, writing, woman and "pure" through the diary and camera of a nomadic poetess)#1 What do [...]
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(Tomislav Osmanli: "Characters from Meanwhile", Blesok, 2008)#1 I IMAGE1F – The Balkans: The Balkans as a cradle and paradigm at [...]
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Time is as thin as a napkin wiping away crumbs of words from under the lip. “Have you enjoyed yourself?” [...]
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Translated by: Elizabeta Bakovskaamong concealed mirrors, he resurrects Alexander of Macedon from the mosaics, friezes and reliefs: an eagle still [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiYou do not wake in the same room any more. And what used to be invisible is [...]