From an Unknown Poet’s Diary MONDAY as if I saw smoky stains in the bedroom where my toys once lay. the sun had already eaten away the color around them. from what to build one’s castles but from a mincing machine? from what kind of dissolved sugar? those times are as
Warsaw A green pond In the park that Resembles a graveyard A fish might appear And it does We need light Sun is out We’re looking For the most direct route Massive posters and flags Tell us to go Crosses crosses crosses crosses In the square a couple of tin soldiers Melting near the eternal
Simonas Bernotas is a poet and translator who debuted in 2019 with a colorful, slim, and well-received poetry collection Reivas (Rave). The back cover of the new collection, Pasakų parkas (The Fairytale Park) contains an excerpt from a poem with a paraphrase of one of the most famous lines in Lithuanian poetry. Except that unlike the twentieth-century modernist Henrikas Radauskas,
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*** when taking the bus i must remind the driver to drop me off each time he asks me what i’m doing halfway up the road the same as you, mr. driver in that bus shaped like a stale loaf of bread i will observe how yeast fills the days with pockets of dense air
Justina Žvirblytė’s book Mikrosfera (Microsphere) is her debut collection of poems. The author is a doctoral student at the Institute of Biotechnology of Vilnius University. This fact would probably not be so important if it did not determine the foundations of Žvirblytė’s creative thinking. Different young writers have won The First Book competition, which is organized annually
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INGA I. Sunday, 3 November: the last day to visit the cemetery. Inga wakes up late in the afternoon. The hour when light and darkness are the same, but the defeat of light is inevitable, and both opponents know it. The first thing she looks for every time she opens her eyes is a
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I was looking forward to the third book by Virginija Kulvinskaitė: I was particularly curious about the turn the author would take after her auto-fictional novel kai aš buvau malalietka (when i was a malalietka). This time it’s Keturi (Four), short stories told in the name of the Other, from the point of view of the Other. A small book
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White vs. Black Mum was moving about on the other side of the wall. She’s soon going to come in with a piece of paper and a pencil she’s gnawed on and ask when she should take her blue tablet. Hunched over at the table from the worry, she’ll write: 7.00 p.m. and underline
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Uttered in Darkness: Conversations with Children Loreta Lithuanian Training Centre for the Blind and Visually Impaired, 7th class V.J.: Your life as a young girl has been very painful. What do you think about it? Loreta: I think that it’s truly beautiful. The people who are disappointed in life, maybe they haven’t really experienced it,
CHAPELB For Antanas Škėma Instead of the somber grace to live understand what a mean joy dying is DEATH’S THIS aged and faded sunset across the Lithuanian landscape sweet sunshine, back in spring, set up with the moonman first spoke a language strange to her. Death’s these deviates, the windmills lurching into the rough side
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