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Tag: Elžbieta Janusauskaite

Teach Me

let me breathe underwater, walk the blisters of shattered diamond glass. dye muscles shades of regret, paint summer suns a … More

Elžbieta Janusauskaite, Poetry, Teach Me

We are so happy to welcome more than 400 followers to this creative platform. We hope to inspire you as much as you continue to inspire us! Paratext would not be what it is without any of you. From the bottom of our creatively chaotic hearts: thank you! Love, Team Para

In preparation for Nationale Dodenherdenking, why not read some quiet observations and silent ruminations on our shared and vulnerable world? Head over to our website now, in case you haven't yet read @vos.pauw's earlier piece "Observaties in april".

New theme incoming! For May//June, we are looking for submissions in response to "Promenade." Read the intro or go for a virtual walk with the Paratext team by going to our latest post on the site (linktree). Dm or send us a message at paratextmag@gmail.com if you have any inquiries. We are looking forward to hearing from you! ♡

So, for all Dutchies, today is traditionally a national rave with unfortunate orange wardrobe choices. Some are still adhering to the custom, as I noticed on my walk today, but many of us are just staying in, reading or spending our time otherwise distanced. "Wild Nights" is a poem that toyed with our altered experience of wild nights, but it could be easily applied to "Wild Kingsday" and be just as sarcastic in intent. In case you didn't catch it when it was first posted, it's up on the site, along with many other creative works! Check it out, should you find yourself in a conversation gap at any point today. Written by paratext's @saskia_soe

While sitting behind his computer, @vos.pauw noted down his interactions with the local avian wildlife this April. Read all of his ramblings about great tits, pigeons and nest boxes now. Link in bio!

Have you already slammed a door today? Or are you a person who, like me, doesn't have much opportunity to slam doors because the very objects are disappearing on us? If you'd like you can read about it in this Ode to Doors by @juulkruse.

Is it only a matter of time until one finds oneself in this pandemic and uncovers a profound connection to Emily Dickinson's poetry? Well, anyways. Here is "Wild Nights" -- a poem turned collage by the parateam's @saskia_soe

Little reminder for the #TBT we posted a bit over a week ago! Have you read #snoekbal by @lamarquisemarthe yet? We have added a Throwback button in our #linktree, see bio!

Today we post An Ode to the Door: a short opinionated essay about the importance of doors (imagine a fight without a good door slamming?) and the role they play in our lives, both small and on a larger scale.

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