it's still winter here in LT, but i'm hoping for a beautiful spring to come as soon as possible..! and i feed myself with the beautiful poems of the beautiful K.Binkis (1893-1942)- the pioneer of Lithuanian futurism from around 1923. the true is that, as much as i tend to faint because of grand golden literature, i never had alike feelings regarding the Lithuanian stuff until i read some of Binkis'. i.. felt as i had never felt before while reading something in my mother language, i finally felt at home! so here's the illustration i made inspired by his key poem in the poetry collection entitled 'A 100 Springs':

Their heads together fused, professors scold at me:
He's capable – in certain things – but not too serious.
But I – wherever I may look, it's springs I see.
In every pocket I keep springs in endless series.

You go out – all around boils life's spring flood;
Hearts threatening to overflow all dams,
Through every body pumping crazy blood;
No wish in me to age and rot like some Monsieurs and some Mesdames.

Who turn away to dodge the sun's too torried heat
So that their blooming glasses shouldn't melt,
And if a dewdrop wets their hair-do, beat retreat
To haircutters, with razors and tight belts.

But I, even unintentionally, for a joke,
If I open my mouth or pocket just a bit,
Springs – such a noisy, squeaking, pushing folk,
Green, wriggling, jump under the fence from it.

There's nothing anyone can do about it, friends.
It's like a chronic illness that you catch –
You can't get rid of it, and there's an end –
Like fingers getting squeezed by a tight latch.

Translated by Dorian Rottenberg