The Postmodern Theoretic and Aesthetic System of Jean Francois Lyotard
Viewed Through the Prism of the Political - the postmodern as an unfinished project – the term of the political [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:29+00:00 August 1st, 2003|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 33|0 Comments
Viewed Through the Prism of the Political - the postmodern as an unfinished project – the term of the political [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:30+00:00 August 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 33|0 Comments
youre good sometimes could this be flawless feet through the skeletons a hair career beckons ambition flames him storing bad [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:30+00:00 June 1st, 2003|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 32|0 Comments
A small sequence, engraved beyond erasing on the white marble of consciousness. The church of Saint Germain l’ Auxerois, the [...]
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Testimony and Vision in my Ars Poetica I, me and myself: the eternal burden and occasional pleasure of focusing on [...]
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(Nataša Bunteska: "Gorniot grad" (The upper city), published by "Stremež", 2002)#1 When in the Foreword to the anthology “Twenty young [...]
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(Ermis Lafazanovski: "Novel about the Weapon", Magor, Skopje, 2003)#1 I can begin this text with a frank and honest lament, [...]
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(Bogomil Gjuzel "Bundle", Magor, Skopje, 2002)#1 Hardly that this time of would be the 'time of the words' or of [...]
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Summer was fading away with lingering violet bells – Sound after sound from invisible churches Through the long town we [...]
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You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:30+00:00 June 1st, 2003|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 32|0 Comments
The historical facts about the event have merged with things said by the wind that blows across the endless Tartar [...]