Danutė Kalinauskaitė is one of the most interesting contemporary Lithuanian prose writers. The author of three books, she combines the features of essay writing and the Lithuanian school of the short story and is recognized by her original style. Although her latest book Skersvėjų namai (The Home of Droughts, 2015) consists of nine different short stories, the […]
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At the Vilnius Book Fair launch event of Sigitas Parulskis’s latest book, Nutylėtų lelijų miestas (The Town of Unspoken Lilies), the literary scholar Jūratė Čerškutė said, “Sigitas Parulskis no longer needs to be introduced.” “But why?” the ironic author was quick to interrupt. “No one ever introduces me anymore. I would quite enjoy hearing a list of
Aušra Kaziliūnaitė (b. 1987) is a poet and a doctoral student at Vilnius University’s Faculty of Philosophy. She is one of the most prominent anti-traditionalist poets of her generation and deconstructs or ignores the forms and imagery of canonical lyrical poetry. To describe her creative work, she resorts to the notions of the avant-garde, post-avant-garde,
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*** Look at those clouds, look – their heaviness, weighing on the horizon. Well, all that marble! Huh, and basalt! Well, and granite too! It’s not heavenly, you say? But heroic for all that, yes, my child, heroic. And no chagrin d’amour for you here, no, no cante jondo either. *** Summer now, and the sweet milk of June
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golden fleece, fur, an apple and us Run, comrade, the old world is behind you! we walk with churches at our backs we look for a fitting street in which to drink up the leftover night we look for a fitting street in which to scream out our leftover light we are busted mufflers, yes,
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9. The Mountaineer Simonas uncorks the bottle of wine and pours the old man a glass, then one for himself. The old man smells the wine, and closes his eyes. His nose is probably the only sensory organ that he can still trust. After taking a cab home, Simonas slept for half an hour, but
