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exhibition “Bruno Schulz, La république des rêves”, Musée d’art et d’histoire du Judaïsme, Paris. 13 oct 2004 – 23 jan 2005
I’d like to see this exhibition.

I remember this time with Schulz :
keeping his book in my hands,
I’m not alone to feel me different…

“I am simply calling it The Book without any epithets or qualifications, and in this sobriety there is a shade of helplessness, a silent capitulation before the vastness of the transcendental, for no word, no allusion, can adequately suggest the shiver of fear the presentiment of a thing without name that exceeds all our capacity for wonder. ” (from ‘The Book’ in Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass, 1937)

“On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The passers-by, bathed in melting gold, had their eyes half closed against the glare, as if they were drenched with honey. Upper lips were drawn back, exposing the teeth. Everyone in this golden day wore that grimace of heat – as if the sun had forced his worshipers to wear identical masks of gold. The old and the young, women and children, faces with thick gold paint; they smiled at each other’s pagan faces – the barbaric smiles of Bacchus.” (from ‘August’ in The Street of Crocodiles, 1934)


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