“What a great idea for a book that is, to write about How we make ourselves sick. And then we become famous.” (“Narcizai” [“Narcissus”]) Lina Buividavičiūtė (b. 1986) is a poet and the author of three successful confessional poetry books. She’s also a participant in literary readings. When she made her debut, she voiced an […]
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All children are the same. It’s just that I believe I’m the only one who’s different. Every child in the village had at least several brothers or sisters, sometimes ten or more, whereas I was an only child like the one and only finger left on a carpenter’s hand. After the three-year war our family
The words of Chinese artist Wu Shanzhuan, printed on a tote bag I bought as a gift at Sydney’s White Rabbit Gallery, read: “Everyone has a right to refuse to be an artist.” Everyone also has the right to refuse to be a writer. Darius Žiūra doesn’t hurry in calling himself a writer, either. “I
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*** The water turns clear under blackening sheets of the city. Time de-rusted by waterweed emerald flames. Throw a linen of white on the ramparts, take pity Let an underground serpent approach you, shedding its scales. Slow he slivers through Baroquan church carcasses Across toothless skulls of the town of ye old Like a funeral
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Truman It feels like I’m just another Truman, Chased by hidden cameras because sometimes Everything, every good thing, seems so unreal. It’s because they always said, laugh in the morning, cry in the evening. And besides, everyone pities this little girl. They wear their artificial smiles, give phony compliments And keep wanting something from you
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Niktophobia nights sharpen their claws on street lamps laying siege to my windows searching for the smallest crack throwing themselves against the glass – and that’s how most of them die (I carefully check the keyhole every day, taping up gaps in the door and windows) the spines of books stare at me with the
The DŠM Lineage. In the media, Mykolas Sauka is presented as a sculptor, his name presented alongside prominent figures of Lithuanian art and culture. His grandfather, Donatas Sauka, is a renowned writer, literary scholar, folklore researcher, and a long-time professor at Vilnius University. Mykolas’s father, Šarūnas Sauka, is one of the most prominent representatives of
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Tomas Petrulis stands out among Lithuanian poets. He’s a kind of rebel and provocateur. He published his first book, where he combined religious imagery with pornography (only one page separated a cock from a cross), on the Naujas vardas (New Name) free e-book platform in 2017. His work is shocking but playful, even clever. He
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* Then the phone rings, notifying me that Amanda has appeared on my match list. She is leaning on the table with both hands, her stomach bare, the edge of her panties sticking out above her trousers. A straight parting, a pretty face with clear skin, her eyes melancholic and somewhat wild, looking up at
[Text published on the book cover] I’m not sure whether I should be thankful to Tomas Petrulis for creating me, for while writing his book THE BODY OF A THING he would force me into awkward and even dangerous situations. His dubious aim to portray people as things and things as people at times made
