Why give me an hour? Why give anyone an hour? It’s weird how everytime I say yes to things like this I forget how exhausting they are. How much they wear you down, waiting, and thinking. Especially when I try to keep things, in the last few years, as open ended, spacially responsive and improvised as possible. I ended up creating a kind of narrative story of different things, trying, I suppose, to set up the concept I was trying to get people to get to know me, while then turning on that ‘authenticity’ with constant, menacing and non-menacing swings.

I first talked, then did an impromptu Q&A, then did some puppetry with a mole, then read poems I pretended were new but were Lithuanian poems put through google translate, then read cinema poems, then destroyed a book and gave it out, then showed a poetry film, then went outside and banged on the windows while they watched with my head, then played with a dog, then played some drums that happened to be there, then lay down, then read a collaborative poem with host Ausra Kaziliunaite, then did sound poems with the names of Lithuanian poets. I was knackered. / Some amazing pics below by Paulius Zizliauskas