Prisoner
My dear, I told her, a bitter wound eats at my body. I lifted my shirt so that she could [...]
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My dear, I told her, a bitter wound eats at my body. I lifted my shirt so that she could [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
Old Grulica rode a donkey early in the morning toward the gardens, smiling about something all the way. It was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
How One Film-Reviews With a Hammer The opening of 2001:A Space Odyssey depicts the sun rising above a crescent Earth [...]
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The Greatest Weight. What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments
What makes reality fascinating is the imaginary catastrophe that hides behind it. – Raymond Federman, Critifiction If we do our [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiMidnight That which is not mine calls for me And I belong to it with every call [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiThat Man in the last mirror Who enters before the door opens And then stands puzzled in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
to Mario Luzi The old old poet climbs onto the stage and the leopard's back tenses in the dark. I, [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiA trickle from the heavenly river flows also through my soul, I still feel its freshness, but [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:42+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments
He arrived sometime in the evening, when the first street lights came on in the city, and, with crutches under [...]