*** you can call it the sea because emptiness is frightening it’s black and deadly you can’t encompass or imagine it you can’t let it in the predatory bones of a whale stick out from the sand of the shore the scattered sand of an hourglass where time does not belong to us *** […]
3 Wild beaches, there isn’t a soul – it’s too far to come here for the summer vacationers. Just cliffs, with springs running through them, merging into little crystalline waterfalls, the rivers of which go to the sea, meeting with one another, parting, once again meeting – water and sand graffiti; after looking closer, it’s
Baby My baby’s down with a stuffy nose, sleepless for the second night in a row. I’ve heard that stifled thoughts can clog the sinuses, the body conjures a disease, the immune response, and the cure – if you will it and believe it, program yourself and meditate – and you’ll be right as rain,
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Mindaugas Nastaravičius is a Lithuanian poet, playwright, and journalist whose poetry books set themselves apart. For instance, his second poetry collection Mo includes various poems that are playful and are written with many different structures, for example, three-line poems and sonnets, and some poems are even shorter than the titles themselves. In the third collection,
Debrecen Street Blues Epigraph: “They’re all already dead” – Cesar Vallejo – Vytautas Stankus I and what about alcoholic pranas from the second floor who spent his last days drinking pure spirits from a jar throwing up blood turning yellow he was a good person just really angry and
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Sometimes poets are criticized for always writing the same book, but that certainly does not apply to Giedrė Kazlauskaitė. As you read her work, an unusual impression emerges – a single person’s life seems endless and multilayered. Her fifth book, Marialė (Cantus Mariales), confirms this once again. Each of Kazlauskaitė’s books conceptually reveal a different
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I Read Poetry I read poetry, I read works by Lithuanian poets and foreign poets, I read in all the languages that I was able to, and pain bled through me. How can a person be so subtle, how can there be so much nuance in language, so many mysteries, so many forbidden and desired
The poet, translator, literary critic, public intellectual, and long-time editor of Vilnius Review Marius Burokas is a figure that holds an important place in Lithuania’s cultural landscape. I first learned about him through social media, where he shared photographers’ works, musical discoveries, and drafts of his own translations and poems. Later, Burokas’s social media account
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*** I’ll never have the home I want impossible – my home is books and pictures on the walls and windows opening onto a silent linden-shaded lawn others have such homes on the other side of reality I have forbidden myself from having such a simple home because I know if I were to fall
January The suicidal urges have faded. I lie hidden in my lair. Snow falls heavily, and I know you’re watching it. I’m reading the breviary, mouthing the words as if talking to you. I would like my speech to be noble and beautiful. Something that would sound like love. Insomnia: I hear water drops on
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