The Gorge
My memory is proglottidean, like the tapeworm, but unlike the tapeworm it has no head, it wanders in a maze, [...]
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My memory is proglottidean, like the tapeworm, but unlike the tapeworm it has no head, it wanders in a maze, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:07+00:00 August 3rd, 2007|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 55|0 Comments
Liberation of Skopje by Dušan Jovanović (Matica Makedonska, 2007)– Editor’s essay –#1 A view up to the lifework of Dušan [...]
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The function of the aesthetic closure which marks off literary space is to establish the particular historical distribution of the [...]
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Aleš Mustar: C(o)urt Interpretations,Literatura, Ljubljana 2005; Blesok, Skopje, 2007#1 The first collection of poems by Aleš Mustar, who previously published [...]
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Andrew Kahn, professor of Russian Literature at the University of Oxford, says that “Joseph Brodsky: Essay in literary biography” („Иосиф [...]
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Translated by: Manja MaksimovičHow shall I not to be tormented when I – a middle-aged man – am forced to [...]
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Inside of me Bison are stampeding Across caves Review by Vladimir Matinovski: Haiku – Poetry of Integration
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To my MotherIf I could explain what it means to link these two words I would have found myself My [...]
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We’ll meet one day, like a paper boat and a watermelon that’s been cooling in the river. The anxiety of [...]
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