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Nojus Saulytis

i like you i like you but i tell my friend that i like patricia and thank my brother at his wedding for seating me next to giedrė but really i like writing to monika because she has this pink jacket and she never meets up with me because really i like to lie in […]

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Lidija Šimkutė

CORNFLOWER SKY             In the middle of sky’s temple                          blooms a flower                                            Kabir A BIRD CALL        pierces first flicker of light sun hides its gold in the trees        * HOW BEAUTIFUL are the beginnings of things I watch the pale of the moon in the

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Antanas A. Jonynas

Midday Rome Did that old rogue from Dresden, Germany tell the truth when he said the dead stroll the streets of Rome and their souls spoke to him in a Trastevere trattoria? They were a pleasant elderly pair who came from the cold seas above. His briefcase meant enough stuffed with the dusty scores of

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A Collection That Has Changed the Notion of Literature

Saulius Tomas Kondrotas is an exceptional phenomenon in Lithuanian literature. In 1977, when Brezhnevian stagnation was in its second decade, he made his debut with the memorable short story collection Pasaulis be ribų (A World Without Boundaries). He inspired and taught his own and subsequent generations to trespass boundaries and expand them. “To shed off the harness

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Antanas A. Jonynas: “As you go through life, you see the world repeating itself.”

Since after the release of your latest book you have been frequently interviewed, I’ve been wondering how to begin our conversation. I am interested in your habits, rituals, and daily life as a poet. Is your usual schedule structured and shaped, like a sonnet, or is there room left for improvisation and spontaneity? To be

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Matilda Olkinaitė

On a beautiful hot day in early July 1941, at a bend in the village road that leads out of Panemunėlis towards Kavoliškis, the white armbanders—local Nazi collaborators—arrived on bicycles. They left their bicycles in the forest across the road from an isolated farmstead that belonged to the farmer, Petras Šarkauskas, and began digging a

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