Memories of Sacrificial rituals III
I was invited as a poet to the Heřmanův Měštec synagogue. However, to lovers of literature I announced beforehand that performance would form part of the reading. I stood naked, with a broken mirror in front of my groin. I cut my belly with a razor blade to draw blood and allowed it drop on the mirror. Then I did the reading. There was minimal attendance, but fantastical stories circulate about the performance.
10 March 2013, photo: Štěpán Bartoš.