Pleasure and beyond it
(“Banalities” by Brane Mozetič, “Blesok”, Skopje, 2004)#1 The crucial choice in human existence, the one between life and death, is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:20+00:00 July 1st, 2005|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 43|0 Comments
(“Banalities” by Brane Mozetič, “Blesok”, Skopje, 2004)#1 The crucial choice in human existence, the one between life and death, is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
I’ve heard the system’s closing down. It’s good reading in books, old friend, your words about what a friend is, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Translated by: V. MirandaThe man in love wants to be the woman he loves, He says: with me to the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Translated by: Igor Isakovski and the authorMy generation doesn't care about history. On Sofia streets they forgot The dead body [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Now I recognize it was always me like a camera set to expose itself to a picture or a pipe [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Emre would rise at five. His palliasse could be slid beneath the couch so that Frau Losberg could use the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
In April 1992, I had a rendezvous with my long-distance lover, Aleš, in Rome. I had traveled on a transatlantic [...]
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Robert Creeley’s reach across time and space was generous, and he touched lives from one side of the planet to [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Translated by Jovana StojkovskaWhen is this “Indian summer” outside going to end that’s threading even under my trousers? When is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Translated from the Serbian by Novica PetrovićOne does not build a house collecting cutlery even though a few extra spoons [...]