Editorial
Warm greetings to all of you, our critical readers and charitable critics. More than once I’ve been asked (as I’m sure all of you have as well): Where can I read your poetry? Your prose? Who are your most interesting writers? What is Lithuanian literature like? What is most important to the writers in your country?
Sigitas Parulskis
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It’s hard to create distance, it’s as if you’re looking at yourself dead or you’re dead and looking at yourself. You have to abandon that peel, which means being a Lithuanian, tradition, family, culture, and the like, and look at it from the outside, it’s very difficult, almost impossible, you’ll start to lie, because the truth about yourself is unbearable, or you’ll start to hate yourself, because you will always be lying.
Austėja Jakas
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when i sleep i sleep with my hands between my legs
it looks like i’m praying to my gender
half of this life is given to sleep
what the other half is for i don’t really know
Gabija Grušaitė
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Survive.
The most important thing is to survive.
It’s the morning now, and I need to get up. To push on. To work. To do things.
Another day to be endured.
Birutė Pūkelevičiūtė
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The forest here is strange:
No echo answers, no shadows fall,
deafened birds don't hear each other — — —
Darius Žiūra
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Every art project is created on the basis of illusions you have at a particular stage of your life. They keep hold of your attention over what you do, over the things you live through. Perhaps, if there were no illusions, we would die much sooner.
