All Aunt Ljuba’s Engagements
“I never seen this kind of pattern,” her father said. “I know every sweater you’ve knitted, but I never seen [...]
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“I never seen this kind of pattern,” her father said. “I know every sweater you’ve knitted, but I never seen [...]
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Translated by Kristina Trajanovska That day the man woke up heavy. His head was heavy. His shoulders were heavy. His [...]
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Compared to the popular blabbering of the 20th century, the classical philosophical systems are the miracles of consequentiality. It is [...]
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– on the term of the political at Maurice Merleau-Ponty –Body, Word, Intersubjectivity There have been a 100 years since [...]
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Beautiful and ugly are usually understood as two opposites: beautiful is not ugly, and ugly is not beautiful. When people [...]
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Translated by: Evald FlisarIn my pocket I still keep the key to my former home, which, since the last war [...]
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Ho! Here comes somebody who really Knows what it wants – My goldfish
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Selected and translated by: Elizabeta Bakovskathere is nothing to tell nothing to prove what was indeed was so one should [...]
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Translated by: Almir ChomorI try to be busy not to think of It. I try to prattle about trifles about [...]
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Translated by: Samer Mansoorunknown seamen the Earth was pregnant with me then it released me on to the scream the [...]