Medea and Her War Machines
Translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Alina CaracThunder, an eclipse of the sun, the trunks of beech trees, pots of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:35+00:00 October 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 28|0 Comments
Translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Alina CaracThunder, an eclipse of the sun, the trunks of beech trees, pots of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:38+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
Song: To Celia Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
Translated by: Barańczak/CavanaghI prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. [...]
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I had a house a bed of dreaming wood some pain on the shelf a memory faucet embers to sear [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
(A usual day of a usual pensioner. It does not concern others. What is known in itself is boring, what [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
Towards a Framework for the Re-unification of PhilosophyThe review of the philosophical and scientific antecedents of memetics by Elan Moritz [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
The apocryphal scriptures originate from the early Hebraic religious literature, in which the subject term was used for the secret [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:38+00:00 May 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 26|0 Comments
Be still, thou awful beast! Howl not, ravenously, thou starving wolf! Broken heart, thou ancient ache, be thou my altar [...]
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A Harmless Anachronism or a very Dangerous Addicton! A seemingly harmless anachronism is on the way of becoming a serious [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:38+00:00 May 1st, 2002|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 26|0 Comments
My father takes a long time to climb the two steps. He hooks the handle of his cane on his [...]