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Bruno Schulz

Geburtstag: 12. Juli 1892
Todesdatum: 19. November 1942

Bruno Schulz war ein polnischer Schriftsteller, Literaturkritiker, Graphiker, Zeichner und Opfer des Holocaust.

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„Mein Ideal ist, zur Kindheit heranzureifen. Das wäre erst die wahre Reife.“ Die Zimtläden und alle anderen Erzählungen, (orig.: Sklepy cynamonowe, Sanatorium pod Klepsydrą, Kometa, Kraków 1964), aus dem Polnischen übersetzt von Josef Hahn, Fischer Taschenbuch Verlag, Frankfurt am Main 1981, ISBN 3-596-25066-8, Vorsatz zum Nachwort von A. Wirth, S. 337

„Damals lernte ich verstehen, warum die Tiere Hörner haben. Sie enthielten alles Unverständliche, das in ihrem Leben nicht unterzubringen war, die wilde und zudringliche Laune, den geistlosen und blinden Starrsinn.“ Die geniale Epoche, in: Die Zimtläden, (orig.: Sklepy cynamonowe, Sanatorium pod Klepsydrą, Kometa, Kraków 1964), aus dem Polnischen übersetzt von Josef Hahn, Fischer Taschenbuch Verlag, Frankfurt am Main 1981, ISBN 3-596-25066-8, S. 130


„Hat der Leser etwas von gleichlaufenden und zweigleisigen Zeitsträngen gehört? Ja, es gibt Nebengleise der Zeit, ein wenig illegal und problematisch, doch wenn man solche Konterbande mit sich führt wie wir, ein überzähliges Ereignis, das nicht einzureihen ist, darf man nicht wählerisch sein.“ Die geniale Epoche, in: Die Zimtläden und alle anderen Erzährlungen, (orig.: Sklepy cynamonowe, Sanatorium pod Klepsydrą, Kometa, Kraków 1964), aus dem Polnischen übersetzt von Josef Hahn, Fischer Taschenbuch Verlag, Frankfurt am Main 1981, ISBN 3-596-25066-8, S. 125

„Auch das Leben, das junge und zarte Leben, aus der vertrauten Dunkelheit, aus der kuschelnden Wärme des mütterlichen Schoßes in die große, die fremde Welt entlassen, wie schrumpft es zusammen und geht es zurück, wie zögert es von Abneigung und Unlust, dieses Unternehmen, das man ihm anbietet zu akzeptieren.“ Traktat über die Mannequins, in: Die Zimtläden und alle anderen Erzählungen, (orig.: Sklepy cynamonowe, Sanatorium pod Klepsydrą, Kometa, Kraków 1964), aus dem Polnischen übersetzt von Josef Hahn, Fischer Taschenbuch Verlag, Frankfurt am Main 1981, ISBN 3-596-25066-8, Vorsatz zum Nachwort von F. Bondy, S. 344

„My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity.“

„There are things than cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely trying to occur, they are checking whether the ground of reality can carry them. And they quickly withdraw, fearing to loose their integrity in the frailty of realization.“ Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass

„The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.“ The Street of Crocodiles

„Can you understand,' asked my father, 'the deep meaning of that weakness, that passion for colored tissue, for papier-mache, for distemper, for oakum and sawdust? This is,' he continued with a pained smile, 'the proof of our love for matter as such, for its fluffiness or porosity, for its unique mystical consistency. Demiurge, that great master and artist, made matter invisible, made it disappear under the surface of life. We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. We like to see behind each gesture, behind each move, its inertia, its heavy effort, its bearlike awkwardness.“ The Street of Crocodiles


„An event may be small and insignificant in its origin, and yet, when drawn close to one’s eye, it may open in its center an infinite and radiant perspective because a higher order of being is trying to express itself in it and irradiates it violently.“ The Sanatorium under the Sign of the Hourglass

„Even in the depths of sleep, in which he had to satisfy his need for protection and love by curling himself up into a trembling ball, he could not rid himself of the feeling of loneliness and homelessness.“ The Street of Crocodiles

„...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.“ The Street of Crocodiles

„Animals! the object of insatiable interest, examples of the riddle of life, created, as it were, to reveal the human being to man himself, displaying his richness and complexity in a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities, each of them brought to some curious end, to some characteristic exuberance.“ The Street of Crocodiles


„I lead a life much below my level. Beyond the books, which trickle in slowly (I have to read what I can get, not what I have a mind to read), I have nothing to sustain my inner life; and everything around me exudes an indescribable prosiness, which presses down on me too with its brutal weight. Nothing on the order of a stroll with a dear person, not one hour of quiet and serene contemplation--all is tainted by mundane worry and staleness. I take it that productive creators fence themselves off from their environment by a certain regimen of living, a certain organization of their daily routine that does not allow the workaday banality, humdrum job, and the rest of it to get to them. I badly feel the lack of such a regimen, my incapacity to subject myself to such a discipline. One must, for instance, fence off one's inner life, not permit the vermin of ordinary cares to infest it. Some blindness used to protect me from this truth; I wore blinkers like a horse in harness. Now reality has won and penetrated my interior.“

„His unlived life worried him, tortured him, turning round and round inside him like an animal in a cage. In Dodo's body, the body of a half-wit, somebody was growing old, although he had not lived; somebody was maturing to a death that had no meaning at all.“ Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass

„On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty of the sun –the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids–the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredients of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell.“ The Street of Crocodiles

„Man was entering under false pretenses the sphere of incredible facilities, acquired too cheaply, below cost price, almost for nothing, and the disproportion between outlay and gain, the obvious fraud on nature, the excessive payment for a trick of genius, had to be offset by self-parody.“ The Street of Crocodiles

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