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The title of the newest selection of poetry of T.Marcinkevičiūtė “K.E.LIONĖ“ (“T.R.IP”) seems to represent the search for new way of speaking about old things by its graphic view. The motif of “travelling” and "constant movement" is not new by itself; still, two letters separated from the word show that the trip is not only the moving ahead but also the attempt to overcome the gap between “myself” and another person. Is new sound found for traditional content in the entire selection?
Is a square near Šilainiai Church necessary? Is the church capable of becoming closer to the motorway emotionally? Will the music park planned in Jonava Street, near the Neris and old town become the new city gate?
Even though the recital of M.Lévin was quiet in Kaunas, it cost quite a lot to the organisers. The fortepiano of Fazioli company was transported from Vilnius specifically for the concert. We will not know how the concert would have resounded if the Petrof fortepiano present in the hall were used; still, it gives plenty of food for thought.
G.Gavenavičius continues the tradition of creating god sculptures and starts from their status in which they were left “by the time sharpening its teeth against their bodies”. The bundles of flax or other herbs, which are used for the artist’s works, really reminds of the surface of wooden god sculptures devoured by rain, wind and dust.
A performance “Burial of Merkurijus” was organised in Kaunas Laisvės Alley. Its aim was to honour the commercial giant of earlier times that has already turned into debris and to memorialise one more work of the architect A.Sprindys that is being pulled down.
The fair “Kaunas Book Days 2009” organised for the first time has ended. Not all participants were satisfied with readers’ attention. Kaunas writers who did not receive attention of the audience felt really lonely.
The participants of the meeting with V.Juknaitė could purchase her newest book “Pronounced from the Dark”, the essence of which lies in the writer’s confession: “I tried to go to the edge of language, where there are no words, only whispering, mumbling and whining. Writing enabled me to come closer to reality that is behind the borders of language.“
