Fog
Skopje. Corrected discourse. It is drizzling outside. One half of the city is underwater, the other one wounded, floats across the city lake. A bird hits the half-opened shutter. Third one so far. By...
Skopje. Corrected discourse. It is drizzling outside. One half of the city is underwater, the other one wounded, floats across the city lake. A bird hits the half-opened shutter. Third one so far. By...
Bei Dao is laureate of the “Golden Wreath” Award оf Struga Poetry Evenings for 2015. He is the 50th winner of this most prestigious international award for poetry. The Boundary I want to...
During our civil wars CNN showed us as tribes with complicated names and strange political habits. Against this backdrop were the groomed and coherent CNN reporters, in pristine shirts, putting order into the...
A LIFETIME DEVOTED TO LITERATURE In your twenties you knew with elegiac certainty you would die young. Your father’s heart attack tallied, a verification. Thirty was your worst year: the thirties fatal...
Diversity and personality embody two names of the silent urge towards genuineness. To inhabit the name of someone who dies is more a preservation of the diversity of the ones who live, rather than...
SCENE ONE (A room with a closet, a couch and a chair. ISKRA enters the room. She opens the closet and pulls out a doll.) ISKRA: (addresses the doll) Good afternoon, Doctor Freud. (She...