Polonyali yazar, guzel sanatlar sanatcisi, edebi elestirmen ve sanat ogretmeni Bruno Schulz’un olum yildonumu (19 Kasim 1942)
"Uyusuk kentin , o dipsiz bucaksiz sikintisina karsi savas acan bu yalniz kahramani, ancak bugun anlayabiliyorum. Bizim tarafimizdan gelecek her turlu destek ve saygidan yoksun kalmis bu tuhaf adam, siirin yitik sorununu savunuyormus meger. Dogu baharatlarinin tum renkleri ve kokulariyla birlikte ogutulerek ortaya cikmasi icin, icine, bos saatlerin kepeklerinin akitildigi harika bir degirmenmis o. Ama o muhtesem sihirbazin , o fizik otesi numaralarina alisik oldugumuz icin, bizi gunlerin ve gecelerin uyusuklugundan kurtaracak o sinirsiz buyunun kıymetini bilememisiz."
“Only today do I understand the lonely heroism with which he gave single-handed battle against the boundless element of boredom numbing the town. Bereft of all support, without acknowledgement on our part, that astonishing man defended the lost cause of poetry. He was a wondrous mill, into whose hoppers the bran of the empty hours was poured, bursting into bloom in its mechanism with all of the colours and aromas of oriental spices. But we, having grown accustomed to that metaphysical prestidigitator’s magnificent jugglery, were inclined to misapprehend the value of his sovereign magic, which delivered us from the lethargy of our empty days and nights.”


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