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Hubert Klimko-Dobrzaniecki

  LULLABY FOR A HANGED MAN   (an excerpt)   Dedicated to the memory of Szymon Kuran –...
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Hubert Klimko-Dobrzaniecki

I stare at the electrified Poseidon, I stare at him imploringly because I don’t know what he wants. I haven’t the faintest idea of what has got into his head. And my Father the revolutionary, the guerrilla, clutches his ear, forms it into a trumpet with his hand and aims it at a sound I am only now beginning to hear.

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