When I must describe the poetry of Tomas Petrulis, I am at a loss for words. Perhaps it is a symptom of having come into contact with a unique poetic logic—a poetic logic of nonsense—an “Alice’s world,” though in Petrulis’s poems the Cheshire Cat is often also accompanied by Behemoth, part of Woland’s entourage. Petrulis’s […]
A Logic of Nonsense, a Bodily Religion, a Strategy of Infantility Read More »
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Mindaugas Nastaravičius – I thought I had already written… Read More »
Music in their Eyes It’s windy this morning; the trees growing along the shore let loose their leaves, sending them to the centre of the lake. This lake is deep, and full of hungry leeches. Its shores are silty. The area is enclosed by a high electric fence, with cameras everywhere. The white-hulled expedition yacht
Sometimes, an incident appears so colorful that if we wrote it down, nobody would believe it. But the opposite can happen, too: fantasy starts to compete with reality. Jurga Tumasonytė once confessed that when interviewing visionaries for women’s magazines, they would be so boring that she’d have to invent new, more exciting characters herself. This
A Little Bit of Play, Art-House Style Read More »
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Vaiva Grainytė – Chambers (BA thesis) Read More »
In the annotation of Jurgita Jasponytė’s second poetry book The Sharp Gates of Dawn, the book’s editor, poet Aidas Marčėnas noted that these poems are inseparable from the region where the poet was born and from the cultural memory embedded in the language of that region. The statement is meaningful yet complicated, because it implies that
Walking I love Vilnius, its paths, library the fingerprints pressed into bricks I love the ink on your hands I flow into your fissures and I scoop up the heights with that ink – this city’s relief allows it – I gabble nonsense while sense stays silent walking is my speech walking is my expression
In Lithuania, Vaiva Grainytė is best known as one of the winners of the Golden Lion award at this year’s Venice Art Biennale (together with Lina Lapelytė and Rugilė Barzdžiukaitė). She studied theater at the Vilnius Academy of Music and Theatre and lived in Beijing during 2010–2011, where she wrote her first essay book Pekino dienoraščiai (“Beijing
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Chambers (BA Thesis) I cover my ears with the letter – a summons to appear before court in April. The envelope’s paper is thick, bearing a family resemblance to cardboard. I cover my ears as with a shield: I can hear the cheese and radishes fornicating in the fridge, where the sour cream screams out
The beginning of the end Snowy winter in a cold church, we Clambered up scaffolding, Covered with a dirty cloth. You showed me unveiled frescoes – Few centuries old, Grayish green, Pale. Tuberculosis-like. I saw you loved them no less Than me. I saw your eyes sparkle When you were talking about them. And I
