2023-04-18 06:21:00
„Death, play the flute for the last time
You are the only one who can play it…”
Lyrically known as the poet of sadness and autumn, Rimas Burokas, born in Alytus, died in April of this year. on the 21st would have celebrated his 70th anniversary. Of course, it would be much nicer to talk regarding people who are living and creating now, but life is what it is – bright personalities usually leave the world too early, leaving only a bright trace of their creativity to remember.
Rim Burok was a child of our city. Here he was born, grew up, attended secondary school. school (now Adolfos Ramanauskas-Vanagas high school). He studied well, read a lot. This is where he wrote his first poems (he wrote them on the spot, on a napkin, a torn page from a book, a scrap of paper and handed them out to anyone – a driver, a waiter, any good person he met). Rhyme attracted everyone. Attracted by his poetic elegance, free posture and the fact that he was always in love. He lived by loving. He, one of the few who dared to live the way he wanted. But at that time, everything had to be paid for with the most expensive currency – life. Three terrifying questions: “What do you live on, where do you live, where do you work?” – accompanied Rima all those years. Answering it shyly, proudly, angrily— “I am a Poet”, Rimas died without seeing a single publication of his poems. He died in the Lukiškiu hospital when he was only 26 years old.
Texts written from a deep inner necessity must be shown to others, to passers-by, to the city. Therefore, Alytus Jurgis Kunčinas public library on April 21 12-13 hours In Alytus, in the Town Hall Square, he organizes a poetry reading “For these streets, for myself, for passers-by…” in which Bohemian Rim Burok’s lines will sound different! Also, from the 21 an exhibition of documents and prints will be open at the General Book Reading Room (Seirijų St. 2), which will help you get to know this searching, irreconcilable, always loving personality better.
Rim Burok’s entire short life is like an endless journey to freedom: he did not know how to live, he did not want to live any other way and, probably, he was simply not destined to live any other way… We invite you to immerse yourself in the short journey of the poet’s life and work.
„the poem is unfinished
or maybe not started,
it makes the poor man so rich
unknown poet…”
Verse poet Rimos Buroks
Head of the Department of Information and Regional Studies. librarian Indrė Navickė
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