My Pupils Grow Wide…
Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiMy pupils grow wide to embrace the light to accept the street with all its people with [...]
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Translated by: Zoran AnčevskiMy pupils grow wide to embrace the light to accept the street with all its people with [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:44+00:00 June 1st, 2001|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 21|0 Comments
excerpt from the novelDoggy Bobby Becomes a Thief and Saves His Skin by Being Late for Dinner Mrs. Frida was [...]
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Rainy and grim, lazy Sunday. A celluloid stereotype. We were lying naked in the unmade bed. For the last few [...]
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Translated by: Zoran Ančevski (For Hristo Poljanski) To this small (and cold) age We gave our warmth – We warmed [...]
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Basna Our word for «fable». Not to be confused with Bosna, our word for «Bosnia». In a basna animals take [...]
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Translated by: Zoran Ančevski(Everything I give this poem) I give this poem my two hands that have forgotten to write [...]
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The Imam of the village was still there, not leaving. Unlike him, Imams from nearby villages used to leave before [...]
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(Richard Gaughran, Zoran Ančevski: Change of the System: Stories of Contemporary Macedonia, Skopje, "MAGOR", 2000)“How easy the stories can be [...]
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from "The Great Building and Other Conversations with the Unknown One", Blesok 2001 Muaz was distressed. He was travelling for [...]
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A blue TV set. And a yellow tomcat. Stripping the damp dark I walk in. I’m glad. I shed off [...]