
Lina Buividavičiūtė
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I still act out of hunger, out of absence,
I drive myself with a whip of boundless plains.
Endless journeys exist.
Conquered wastelands are too small.

Vytautas Stankus
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- Poetry
closing my eyes doesn’t help
I press my palms against my lids
to see the stars –
islands of light
in a sea of darkness

The Infantile Children’s Room – Sigma or Non-Sigma?
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Mykolas Sauka. Kambarys (The Room)
By Vaida Venskutonytė

A Bit of Fun from the Ivory Tower
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Tomas Petrulis, Daikto kūnas (The Body of a Thing)
By Martynas Pumputis

Mykolas Sauka
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- Fiction
The love they sing about in songs ends in a marriage that becomes the butt of jokes. True art is born from sexual tension.

Tomas Petrulis
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I’m not sure whether I should be thankful to Tomas Petrulis for creating me, for while writing his book THE BODY OF A THING he would force me into awkward and even dangerous situations.

Mindaugas Nastaravičius
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Someday they’ll understand why we locked ourselves in the bathroom.
Even now they aren’t sure if I’m in there writing, or you’re dictating.