How did you find your way into literature and how did that path lead you into translation? Adam: I grew up in the middle of corn fields and forests, I was an only child and there’s no neighbors or friends really to speak of. So, books were my route into the world. But it was
Three Musketeers of Baltic Literature: Translator Takes the Blame, Always Read More »
IEVA MARIJA SOKOLOVAITĖ I was a dog in a past life. Still not sure who I am in this one. I grew up at the seaside in Palanga. I studied biology at Vilnius University, and currently I’m pursuing a degree in ecological studies in Copenhagen. I mostly write short fiction. Some of my works have
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Laima: Tell me about your Lithuanian heritage. Paul: I grew up mostly in Indiana, first in Bloomington and then in Indianpolis. Our Aunt Estelle, my grandfather’s sister, lived in Chicago. Every now and then we would get a call from her, and she would say, “I’m a half hour away from your house. Get ready.”
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Spring carries life in terms of new poetry anthologies, live readings, and meetings with poets. But not poetry collections. As per usual, after the end of winter, annually marked by the Vilnius Book Fair, the poets this year were silent. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Two notable books were published during this period by two Poetry
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AN ILLUSION OF THE NORTHERN SKY Sometime Like a tree in November I’ll cast off all my leaves – Joy and hatred, Grief and mirage, Fear and will – And with wild naked longing, Like a baby’s first cry With which man hails the world, I will draw On the temperate northern sky Like on
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Laima: Daiva, you grew up in the Baltimore/Washington DC area. What brought you to Colorado? Daiva: I was building chairlifts at ski areas on the East Coast after I finished my Bachelor’s degree. I did not go to graduate school then as I had planned because I fell in love with the mountain lifestyle in
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sickly intoxicating rhythms of a clinic as the rain settles down outside it turns out it’s possible to feel cozy while waiting for a vaccination the guy next to me has a rose tattooed on his arm about which everything has already been said you just have to remember it we are standing in line
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Pro Memoria People had noticed the man for quite some time now. After a while almost everyone knew that he crossed the bridge over the wide river only on Sunday afternoons: at the time when worshippers spilled out of the Baroque church and into the streets. The man was not yet old. He walked straight
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Paulė and Elžbieta’s Travels Paulė and Elžbieta‘s room in town had been rented out to other people a very long time ago. Perhaps the newcomers had ripped off the green wallpaper with its twisting, intertwining patterns reminding Paulė of headless snakes. She remembered that Elžbieta used to chop wood with a small axe and
Jurga Tumasonytė is one of the most active Lithuanian writers of the younger generation. Her works are distinct because they illustrate a deformed picture of reality and combine the mundane and the mystical, which she conveys in a cinematic style, with a palpable comic touch. Tumasonytė’s prose atypically reflects on such existential phenomena as death,
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