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the doves have subsided the tiger slouched and the ox now ploughs. The camel tossed its rider dying of thirst [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments
the doves have subsided the tiger slouched and the ox now ploughs. The camel tossed its rider dying of thirst [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments
This road alone was left before me. It is a forest or a tale; dirigibles land on the roofs as [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments
Translated by: Daniela GiurculescuAll laughed and went away As if our short life was meant to be laughed at Some [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments
excerpt from the novel Goat District was in agonies awaiting the death sentence on the goats. The streets were empty, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:33+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments
It seems in fairytales there is not just one major story and one minor story that exist, but there are [...]
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Albrecht Dürer Germanic people are not considered cosmopolitan, but the art and culture of these controversial Nordic people is (luckily!), [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:35+00:00 November 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 29|0 Comments
Translated by: Ana JelnikarMy friend is an existentialist. He collects china and Japanese teapots. You get the best cup of [...]
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Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaLast night million crackers deflated million balloons we watch not to step on them as if they [...]
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Translated by: Biliana KourtashevaListen to what that man said while waiting at the counter He who came to know everything [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 November 1st, 2002|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 29|0 Comments
“This is what happened” I told my husband, trying to release his eyes glued to the newspaper. “So?” he answered [...]