Grimaces of Language
Translated from Norwegian by Ingrid HaugFrom “Под виножитото на ноќта / Under nattens regnbue / Underneath the Rainbow of the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:58+00:00 April 29th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 65|0 Comments
Translated from Norwegian by Ingrid HaugFrom “Под виножитото на ноќта / Under nattens regnbue / Underneath the Rainbow of the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 April 29th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 65|0 Comments
Language clear and see-through as poisoned water, deadly as a ballerina's smile. The foal isn't innocent; look at the way [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
From "The Dead Branch Revives", Blesok, 2009.Translated by Alan McConnell DuffAmongst the vineyards the way to the graveyard. There is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments
From the Cello in the Sun, 2001 (Čelo na soncu, Ljubljana: Študentska založba, 2001)Translated by Janko LozarA test tells me [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 December 29th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 63|0 Comments
Translated by: Sibila PetlevskiA green coil and a pair of shoes on the sill. The wings of the casement are [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:00+00:00 December 29th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 63|0 Comments
Translated by the author, edited by Elizabeta BakovskaI want a new ass and new tits a new brain new me [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
a swift and cold walk through history, through the quiet woods, past benumbed deer that only pretend to be fir [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 October 11th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 61-62|0 Comments
On the table a candle burns down – the dog by the stove.
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:01+00:00 July 3rd, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 60|0 Comments
Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaThere it is below, between two coasts, in the silence between two words, the warm seed of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:03+00:00 July 3rd, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 60|0 Comments
Time is as thin as a napkin wiping away crumbs of words from under the lip. “Have you enjoyed yourself?” [...]