GRASS STAIRS
Grass stairs mute step-echoes
For expectant ears each step is
in
au
dib
le
Grass stairs mute step-echoes
For expectant ears each step is
in
au
dib
le
They will take your picture again
In this kitschy sunset
Among monolithic cliffs and mists of smog
For a pretty Japanese postcard.
They will take your picture again
And will scan the iris of the eye,
There a lonely old man with burned legs
Looks through the window of his hospital room.
They will take your picture again
Colorful Fuji blocks
Immortalized in USB
Perhaps – first like a gay man,
Sad ly sipp ing mojitos.
They will take your picture again
A New Age story
So much blood on the keyboard
Maybe it’s just ironic
That after traveling all night through myspace
You only found a single star
Crumb ling with hardcore
Experimental screams
Of…
a soothing melody
In the jungle never were days barren of touching
panthers, cobras, tigers –
treading licking in golden frames.
A thick nectar pours from the depths of intoxication
with butterflies, dragons from the east it flies
away…
During your childhood you met many fantastic beasts
Lynx rubbed against your legs,
Snakes whispered sweet little words,
Adorned in scorpion beads.
During adolescence you began to shun your acquaintances
And learned to sleep with a loaded weapon under your pillow
All of your beloved having turned into
Monkeys bounding in wilderness.
When you became an adult, when it receded like a shadow
A shadow, having grown still,
You do not see dreams at all and sleep with a weapon
Placed at the end of your bed.
Let’s build a tent in the yard.
Let’s occupy the territories.
Let’s share it.
Let’s built the towers of sand,
Let’s destroy it together.
If we play, we play,
If we lose, we lose,
If we win, we win.
Occupying each other
Doesn’t need many agreements –
If I’ll take half of your heart
Another half is still free
For old gardening habits.
If we play, we win,
If we win, we lose,
If we lose, we play.
We do remember by heart
What does it mean
To cut the lands as slices of bread
For so many mouths
All of them are hungry and thirsty.
If we play, we lose,
If we lose, we play,
If we play, we win.
I live in a high tower of melancholy right now
At 6 am I just opened my window in order to see
If there is some sign from you and I found one.
There was a giant black horse in the velvet of water
Its figure appearing more clear sculptured by every wave
It was so gorgeous and beautiful until it started to
Transform into some beast with beech muzzle
And I closed my window.
I went to the writing desk, which was in the morning
Shadow and sat down in a mysterious mood for writing
But then all the table appeared to be present by
All illuminating light – I turned my head back to the sea
It was a big fire ball, flying inside through the window.
I screamed your name.
And woke up.
Sometimes film scenes seem sharper than
life’s
chili
in them skyscrapers explode
and people, even after a huge catastrophe occurs
kiss warmly and passionately,
not counting
their last seconds of oxygen.
Though sometimes –
and you’re not a more ordinary
hero –
you leave the house having not turned off the gas,
not having greeted your neighbor
and…
loo –
your film runs out.
Before the setting sun sets you still want to
direct the scenes, to cut out the most disillusioned,
yet
someone over there, by the television
really likes your
sobbing.
When you stood up wearing skinny jeans
And white converses
Your black hair was falling down
Onto concrete floor of contemporary art center
Maybe it was just a shadow of it
But I already knew you –
You’ve come from disappearing country
You’ve come from disappearing tribe
Constantly witnessing decay.
We were also almost disappearing from each others’ sight
In the dusk of gallery hall,
But then you asked somebody to turn on the light,
Because you won’t see more these faces in front of you, –
That was your explanation.
My face was one among those faces
And maybe I could be almost deleted from your memory files,
But somebody turned on the light
And the table to where I was sitting was illuminated first.
I am placed at your palm, my future lover.
You are reading poetry about hands –
How do the same hands might be Nightingales,
And the same hands can be a gun trigger pushers,
How the same hands born a wish to feed somebody
And the same hands born a wish to kill somebody.
I am also borning from your hands –
From squeezing my handbreadth, wrist and an elbow,
Consolidating your fingers’ knots on my hand
And then touching my red cheek with your fist.
You smiled saying:
You’ve got some sun, darling.
Yes, love, I got burned under your heating up lamp,
That’s what I would like to answer, but it was too early to realize it myself.
As if I was keeping my fire matches for myself in order not to burn them all
At once, in order not to transform the sun into solarium.
It’s just the beginning of our light stretch.
When time becomes flatten and flows in
The horizon of sunset.
The beginning.
When motorways of light years are finally crossing
And allowing us to encounter each other.
“Basically, creative writing is any kind of authentic writing with or without an aim for a result. These writing courses are intended for everyone: those, who already have a passionate relationship with writing, those, who seek to sharpen their pencils or ink their pens and those, who wish to tame the writing into the everyday practice. Writing does not necessarily refer to the story-telling. It stands for self-expression, relaxation, meditation, experimentation, cleansing of emotions, development of overall literacy and desire to extend the knowledge on the principles of text constuction”
Gabrielė Labanauskaitė
People write everyday. Some choose electronic technologies and cannot recall the last time, when they were scribing something by hand, others keep the notes on favourite quotes, to-do-lists or dream journals. It is possible to write out of the pure inspiration, having not the knowledge, but the muses. But those are not truly realiable. If there is a need to include writing in everyday life, it is important to study consistently and systematically. Writer and teacher Gabrielė Labanauskaitė not only moderates each meeting and brings the topics and information, but also shares her personal experience, provides writing excercises and recommends some specific literature to read in order to strengthen the inner desire to write.
→ The Basics of Creative Writing
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Teaching format: there are three types of creative writing courses being organized: extended once-per-week courses (contact), intensive weekend courses (contact) or online courses.
Photography: Alexis Brown
Weekly meetings to inspire each other and keep up the work! Learn more about that here.
What is it? Creative writing workshops are being organized several times a year in different locations. Each workshop follows a theme; it is being used as a foundation for discussions and creative writing exercises.
Workshops aim to spark inspiration, awaken inner voice, practice and implement writing as an everyday habit, expand the boundaries of creativity and learn to share creative work with others.
Who can participate? Workshops are intended for everyone, who has a special connection with language, and story-telling, seeks to learn to express their thoughts, wants to finish a novel or needs an inspiration to write a new one. These workshops are ultimately oriented into self-growth, self-development and building up the confidence that everybody has a right to write.
More information about creative writing workshops ➡ ‘IŠ TYLOS’
“As a subject to study creative writing is not comprised of theoretical topics only. I try to combine the contents of each class depending on the needs of a group and the common dynamics. The biggest reward to me is to create and successfully maintain cozy and safe environment that would make group members open up.”
Gabrielė Labanauskaitė
“I love these courses for the informativeness. Gabriele always enter a classroom ready to teach. During these courses I widened my knowledge and now I can apply it. I am a good student: honestly doing homework and attending classes. There is a good atmosphere and a lot of people, who think alike. When a course is finished, I really miss evenings, when I can share my writing with others and to hear theirs, to talk to them about the things we care about the most.”
Marius Repšys, actor and writer
“Creative writing courses fascinate me firstly because of their teacher. Gabriele is a person, who could inspire any person to write even though they would think that they do not want or are not able to write at all.
Agnė Zinkevičiūtė, couching specialist, breathing meditation teacher
“When I compare these courses to the others, these ones are special, because of Gabrielė. She manages to create a cozy atmosphere around her: she is free, I like her methods of teaching and the attitude. Also, there is no place for criticism. Somehow even the participants share the same atmosphere between each other. They become (or always has been?) very tolerant and follow the rule that everything is acceptable.”
Genovaitė Petronienė, psychotherapist and writer
“Gabriele has a very intimate and delicate way to approach each participant individually. Everyone is highly respected, I think that such unconditional respect is a rare thing to come across. Gabriele truly is a professional, who knows exactly, what she is doing. The programme of courses is well organized: all the information is crystalized, concentrated and playful. A play is the most important thing for me.”
Rosita Pipirienė, psychotherapist
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❗For more information about the upcoming workshops contact us ➡ [email protected] or follow social media page ➡ IŠ TYLOS