Bruno Schulz: My New Muse

painting-284546_1920Bruno Schulz, the Polish writer, has become my new muse.  I’ve been reading his first book, The Street of Crocodiles, and I’m fully captivated.  His words and images have such energy that they practically levitate above the page:  “A tidy thicket of grasses, weeds, and thistles crackled in the fire of the afternoon.  The sleeping garden was resonant with flies.  The golden field of stubble shouted in the sun like a tawny cloud of locusts; in the thick rain of fire the crickets screamed; seedpods exploded softly like grasshoppers.” Continue reading “Bruno Schulz: My New Muse”