A Chemical Wedding
Dear Dimitrie, At last. You probably didn't expect me to write to you immediately after I left, but you can't [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 04, Literature|0 Comments
Dear Dimitrie, At last. You probably didn't expect me to write to you immediately after I left, but you can't [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 03|0 Comments
I can't describe it with eyes open or closed (in itself) it seems red-white-gold a warm fire in winter a [...]
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Mother’s chest was closed on a winter’s night, the earth regained its earthliness, heaven its holiness. In Mother’s chest there [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 03, Literature|0 Comments
I was worming her body with my own. She was cold. Of course. Every dead person is cold… I was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 03, Literature|0 Comments
That night the bed would not receive Isaac for rest. It rejected him from under the covers, and the next [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 03, Essays, Literature|0 Comments
I My aim is to propose an approach, an understanding of perspectivism which, on one hand, has its roots in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Reviews, Blesok no. 03, Literature|0 Comments
- in the narration world of Witold Gombrowicz and Aleksandar Prokopiev -Modern studies are pointing on the fact that in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 02, Literature|0 Comments
“H-h-hey…”, even today I can still hear and see Pepe whispering, all choked up in excitement, looking at the clouds [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 02, Literature|0 Comments
… The man and his long-time-no-seen friend were riding on a horse with a wind-speed among the green grass above [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Essays, Literature|0 Comments
Those desert spaces, the solitary squares of mind; a sharp line of arcades all around them, like the dark, shadowy [...]