Orphans

Yesterday I went to see parent-less children in children’s home called “Pastogė”(Shelter). It was my second visit there. It is really motivating and inspiring to see young children running around, playing, talking, even throwing toy-cubes at you… Even if those pupils are living without parents, they are just like anyone. Angry as anyone, happy as anyone, fragile as anyone.

I even noticed a certain mother visiting her child in there. Seemed like an episode from a high-caliber drama. Yet two hours that I have been there flashed by very, very fast, and I want to visit again. To share with less lucky, to ask questions, to answer those given..

But some of those children’s homes face problems unknown. There is one children’s home here in Kaunas that is really secretive, and I only long to know what happens there..

What does it take to gain Independence?

It’s a question for a discussion.

We had a celebration of our Independence Day a few days ago, I gathered some ideas from the occasion:

  • It takes multiple attempts;
  • It costs lives;
  • Costs time;
  • If it’s forgotten, one might need Independence of Independence(or it can be for nothing in the first place);
  • Everyone must agree(but they never do…);
  • New small communities form/loss of touch;

What else? Any arguments?(sorry, I have no proof of my own:)) What could substitute Independence?

Creating together

Time for experiments!

This is one of  (hopefully many) in this website. .

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A poem. Alexander Pearce. A Thief?

It was only noon when Alexander started walking

He had no shoes, felt hungry, feeling almost naked.

He glanced at barons, baronesses, rich and happy.

What was he to do, to be like them, to have a smile?

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Alexander had a friend: barefoot, hungry, pitiful.

He too was a laborer, like Alexander, almost slave.

He worked for bread,  he slept for it, but did he get it?

What did he wake for, if not to share his misery?

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Alexander had a goal: yes, to steal a shoe or two.

Some had twenty, he had none,  he wanted to.

Evil was this goal, but wasn’t everyone.. just Evil?

Friend of Alexander’s did agree, yet he did nothing.

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Knowing the real story of Alexander Pearce (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pearce), we can continue this poem, or then create similar ones  or discuss issues the poem discusses or tell a modern Alexander’s story … I don’t set any particular rules, just what is written will be added to the end of the poem, adding the alias of author to it:)

People imprisoned and/or isolated in harsh conditions end up by becoming beasts.Even if their original fault was very small (eg:stealing some shoes) or even non-existent.

Another desert island pessimistic story on losing one’s humanity is Golding’s Lord of the Flies. Children left alone on an island end up by killing themselves:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_of_the_Flies.

But also remember of Jean Valjean’s character from the classic Les Miserables who spent 19 years in prison for stealing a bread.The time spent in prison almost transformed him in a monster.But Victor Hugo says there is always HOPE and one only needs to be treated with kindness to become again human.

What do you believe about human nature?

2012: From a perspective of science

Some popular science! No pictures, sorry!

A few hours ago I was sitting in a room unknown to me, many unknown people around me, only with somehow known voices in my head..

It was a lecture about an issue that science is not always trusted to answer. The issue: could planet Earth as we know it be destroyed on December 21, 2012?. Will it end in 2012, as some believe Maya calendar predicts?

Diana Krivcovaitė (Lithuanian Astronomers Union) gave an interesting and thought-provoking presentation full of pictures, facts and scientific knowledge.

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What is poetry? Kas yra poezija?

Firstly, this post is a question. It is not and never was clear to me what the poetry is. Yet I and everyone else face it from their days we were little(nuo dienų, kai buvome maži). Was it a birthday song, a few melodic lines learnt in the nursery, a happy Valentine,  some structured creativity in you secret diary or what you had to learn by heart in school.

But these are only examples of poetry. It’s not very easy to deduce from those what poetry is. The same way it would be difficult to say how a camera takes pictures, while not knowing what the mechanism was.

So what really is poetry?

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