From A Window

A.K. Blakemore

father’s last escape

after Bruno Schulz

like my father i was intensely awkward around the unwell.
he had a single pair of shoes — saddle brown leather.
he handled these as carefully
as neolithic skulls.

That is the beginning of a poem after a story by Schulz and now this biographical note on Schulz:

En juin 1911 se déroulent les élections municipales de Drohobycz, qui resteront dans l’histoire comme les élections « sanglantes » car des émeutes ont lieu en raison d’élections truquées. Bruno Schulz observe l’agitation populaire depuis l’embrasure de sa fenêtre. C’est alors qu’il décide de devenir écrivain.

Knowing this turning point from Schulz’s life, it is “window” that I hear sub-vocally in the terminal word “unwell” of Blakemore.

And so for day 2916

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