Archive for poetry

Sleep Signal Album: Puppenruhe

Posted in Downloads, Music, Poetry, Sleep Signal with tags , , , , , , , on 2015-10-13 by candycactus

Steven Kovar and me (Sleep Signal) just released our first short album to the poetry of a Lithuanian Berlin poet and painter Aldona Gustas (1932).

Magic of Coming Back

Posted in English, Stories and Tales, Travel diary with tags , , , , , , , , on 2012-03-08 by candycactus

After 2 months of vagabonding through places still visited by ghosts from the Pacific War, I am back to Buenos Aires. And here I am facing a strange riddle. How come a city that I have so little emotions toward to, like appreciation, fascination and just simply love (read: I dont like Buenos Aires. Malos Aires. For almost an indefinite list of reasons), can be all at a sudden so incredibly nice to me? There is no other city in the world were I would be granted compliments for nearly everything and from nearly everybody in the frequency that makes me think hard – what is it all about? Is it because my short hair got longer? Or is it because the terrible heat of the summer is fading and the muscles of portenos faces relax resulting in smiles? Or is it again that exterior just reflects ones interior?

But what about just a sheer coming back? I guess this must be the trick. Places that have unfortune to be popular for something or being declared to some heritage of the humanity, suffer from masses of comers-and-soon-goers, who come like a plague with their appearent usefulness of bringing money into the game. But have you ever experienced yourself rushing to a bus back home from work and being asked by, lets say, an Asian tourist something in a slow motion as if would be played to you backwards? Or you would want to pass on the sidewalk and there would be a crowd of “these” taking pictures of some facade you have never took notice even if you grew up in the same street? Well, thinking this way it is not difficult to see that being nasty to foreigners who come and never come back is just a survival strategy saving your soul for encounters that might result in any other exchange of energies apart from the monetary.

What happens when one comes back? All at a sudden pavements, walls of the city and everybody in and around them perceives this pure fact as a declaration of love. And they must see it right, even if I did not realize it myself. All at a sudden there is no problem if I ask for a cup of coffee with some milk apart (what the hell happened to this city that it does not refuse it anymore as before??). All at a sudden I find a verduleria, a vegetable store I wished to find where I would know the name of the vendor. And panaderia – they remember me from two months ago and give me a welcome back sweet. It goes on and on like this. Me – speechless.

But the last place where I would expect to be showered with compliments for more or less random stuff would be in an Indian clothing store with an Indian Muslim lady who does not let me see around because she just wants to hug me. What is happening?!

I must be radiating in a flashing manner – I came back, Buenos Aires!

Fate Drops

Posted in English, Middle East, Poetry with tags , on 2011-03-29 by candycactus

Now I work for a largest development aid agency in the world. It has been a long time that I felt like a slave. I am not supposed to write anything about it. As soon as I am free I will write. For now – just poetry.

Fate drops from a water pipe
you realize is broken
wet socks – you did not realize
the floor was wet
it is everything but you wanted
to get. I read – you have to love
your enemies and meet
your demons with compassion,
because it’s them who bring your fate,
who will embrace you like
an old whore with a madonna smile
and vague memories of the time
when you loved her
as a girl from the street
with the grocery store.

Remix of “JEI”

Posted in CandyCactus Music, English, Music with tags , , , on 2010-04-12 by candycactus

Jhno remixed “JEI”, instrumental version….

Grandmother’s Spell

Posted in English, Poetry, Stories and Tales with tags on 2010-04-06 by candycactus

the shade of a mango

used to take the tree

for a walk

once it stumbled –

boy

watching green

mangoes in her

eyes his

soul wandered over her

rough skin

watching the line

between the dark

and the light

once

she put a spell thy

body shalt stay

closed the

blade of the shade shalt

not harm

you only

the green of

the mango

may enter your soul

she closed

her eyes

though

Winnie the Pooh Verses. Nuskilau

Posted in Lietuviškai, Poetry, Stories and Tales, Travel diary with tags , on 2010-03-15 by candycactus

Nuskilau nuo uolos.
Įkritau į jūrą
Dabar gludina mane
Jau beveik apvalus

Verses. Appeared.

Posted in English, Poetry, Stories and Tales, Travel diary with tags on 2010-03-15 by candycactus

i thought there was nothing
out there
the fog moved
and the mountains appeared.