Sleep
the doves have subsided the tiger slouched and the ox now ploughs. The camel tossed its rider dying of thirst [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 January 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 30|0 Comments
the doves have subsided the tiger slouched and the ox now ploughs. The camel tossed its rider dying of thirst [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 November 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 29|0 Comments
Translated by: Biliana KourtashevaListen to what that man said while waiting at the counter He who came to know everything [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:34+00:00 November 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 29|0 Comments
Translated by: Elizabeta BakovskaLast night million crackers deflated million balloons we watch not to step on them as if they [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:35+00:00 November 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 29|0 Comments
Translated by: Ana JelnikarMy friend is an existentialist. He collects china and Japanese teapots. You get the best cup of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:36+00:00 October 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 28|0 Comments
Sometimes I crave the abuse of a hard bristly toothbrush. Sometimes, like Linda Gregg, I drink half a beer. Sometimes [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:35+00:00 October 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 28|0 Comments
Translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Alina CaracThunder, an eclipse of the sun, the trunks of beech trees, pots of [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:36+00:00 October 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 28|0 Comments
A woman who lives in a florist shop – more accurately, who lives in a rose farm, a woman who [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:38+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
Song: To Celia Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
I had a house a bed of dreaming wood some pain on the shelf a memory faucet embers to sear [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments
Translated by: Barańczak/CavanaghI prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. [...]