Even relatively recently, there were, from time to time, voices in the discourse of literary criticism sighing hopelessly about the present and future of Lithuanian short fiction. Due to a scarcity of published works, the identity and evolution of the Lithuanian short story has been elusive. Be that as it may, over the last decade,
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The early twentieth century analytic philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein is perhaps best known for his provocative statement: “Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” Despite the poetic nature of the aphorism itself (rhyme, repetition, rhythm, parallelism), it does pose an existential challenge for a lyric poet—one who strives to give words and form to
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Some are drawn to leave home, wander the world, in and out of cultures, passing through periods of time by means of humanity’s written heritage, even composing hymns out of wonder at life’s myriad joys and sorrows. Kerry Shawn Keys has been one such orphic wanderer. From his start in rural Pennsylvania, to the Ivy
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The Creature To protect my image, how’s that possible now, floating in the measured saltwater of this outdoor, special admission aquarium, my tutelary Gods wagering bets above as though their pet raven and dove were each a haruspex, and my body Noah’s boat. I can’t escape this worldly exhibition. There’s no gate, and anyway the
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The poet, architect, and traveller Tomas S. Butkus (Slombas) rarely has work published, but when his books appear, they turn into an event. Ežerožemė (Lakeland), written from 1997 to 2020, reveals that Butkus’s poetry has absorbed a fair dose of the sweeping spirit typical of the first ten years of Lithuania’s independence. In the early 1990s,
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Aquarium By The River we don’t have to wade into the river to take mouthfuls of blue so blindingly distant belonging to the time when water was vision Mingė’s Poem no one sits in the barge any longer just rampant motors of arthropoda tapping at the window-sill of a grocery spiders picking up bottles
We’re having this virtual chat during a worldwide lockdown—people are urged to stay inside, wear masks in public places, practice social distancing, and take any other necessary precautions. So I’d like to begin by asking you this: how do you spend your time in the midst of a slower world? Did all of this have
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evening at the grandparents’ house, I enter the room press the switch and the graveyards will no longer be lit, press it press it, you can’t predict anything, just press this white button, this almost invisible button, here where stairs lead to the loft, and alien feet swiftly run off maybe it’s a post-war child, head
