Last Night A Poet Saved My Life
Here. Hear the ice crack. Be still. We are constantly on the move. This road goes nowhere, this road goes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
Here. Hear the ice crack. Be still. We are constantly on the move. This road goes nowhere, this road goes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
'Conservatory'. I had imagined a magic tower and was thrown into a class of sneezing children. A record fidgeted a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments
When little girl runs away turning it upside down For the first time turtle sees the sky Trans. by Neslihan [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:56+00:00 December 21st, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 69|0 Comments
Bucharest at five – my new shoes are at the door. Bucharest, five and a half seagulls liberated from weight [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 December 21st, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 69|0 Comments
English translation by Alan McConnell-DuffA small poem burgeoning within me and outgrowing me.
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:57+00:00 October 12th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 67-68|0 Comments
Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaLet my departing be without approving. In summer, on a sunny day, at noon, with a pleasant [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:56+00:00 October 12th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 67-68|0 Comments
Тranslated by the author and Miljenko Kovačićekthe wall we leaned to is a thin one; as if it was made [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:57+00:00 June 25th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 66|0 Comments
Translated by: Danijel Brcko, Tomislav Kuzmanović, Lovro ŠkopljanacThe brier is budding in its beds, nobody is stating their opinion, the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:57+00:00 June 25th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 66|0 Comments
Translated by Damir Šodan for Blanka and Petar Thousands upon thousands of dead must talk and talk so that somewhere [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:58+00:00 June 25th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 66|0 Comments
Always these stones. Stones flying. I don’t even bother watching out for them any more. I eat and work with [...]