Bruno Schulz is now one of my Gods of Language. Example: the first paragraph of A Street of Crocodiles:
"In July my father went to take the waters and left me, with my mother and elder brother, a prety to the blinding white heat of the summer days. Dizzy with light, we dipped into that enormous book of holidys, its pages blazing with sunshine and scented with the sweet melting pulp of golden pears."
The whole book is like that. I had a verbal orgasm.
I also brain-farted some vaguely poetic stuff, which I have an urge to post, and so I'll futz around with cut tags and hide it. Should learn how to use those things so I can post my CoS response...
( Salamander )
"In July my father went to take the waters and left me, with my mother and elder brother, a prety to the blinding white heat of the summer days. Dizzy with light, we dipped into that enormous book of holidys, its pages blazing with sunshine and scented with the sweet melting pulp of golden pears."
The whole book is like that. I had a verbal orgasm.
I also brain-farted some vaguely poetic stuff, which I have an urge to post, and so I'll futz around with cut tags and hide it. Should learn how to use those things so I can post my CoS response...
( Salamander )
