Bruno Schulz

German architectural historian (1865–1932)

Person · Open Library

Born: 1892
Died: 1942
Works: 70

Top works

Krókódílastrætið
Cinnamon shops
Żydzi w Dąbrowie Górniczej
T︠s︡ynamonovi kramnyt︠s︡i ; Sanatorii︠a︡ pid Klepsydroii︠u︡
Towards Schulz

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Type: Person
Gender: Male
Origin: Germany
Active from: 1975-02-03

electronicprogressive tranceseen livetrance

Discography

Official site Discogs Stream

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners: 20,122
Total plays: 529,128

Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

The Cochrane Collaboration's tool for assessing risk of bias in randomised trials
· 2011 · cited 28,407x
GROMACS: High performance molecular simulations through multi-level parallelism from laptops to supercomputers
· 2015 · cited 24,297x
Reassembling the Social
· 2005 · cited 15,155x
Global, regional, and national incidence, prevalence, and years lived with disability for 354 diseases and injuries for 195 countries and territories, 1990–2017: a systematic analysis for the Global Burden of Disease Study 2017
· 2018 · cited 10,814x
Global and regional mortality from 235 causes of death for 20 age groups in 1990 and 2010: a systematic analysis for the Global Burden of Disease Study 2010
· 2012 · cited 10,740x

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Quotes

“I have never seen the Old Testament prophets, but at the sight of that man floored by divine anger, widely straddling his enormous porcelain urinal and shielded by the tornado of his arms, a cloud of desperate contortions, above which his voice rose still higher, alien and hard—I came to understand the divine anger of holy men.”
“He occasionally placed two chairs back-to-back, and, supporting himself with his hands on the backrests, swung his legs back and forth, his radiant eyes searching our faces for looks of admiration and encouragement. It seemed he had become entirely reconciled with God.”
“Only today do I understand the lonely heroism with which he gave single-handed battle against the boundless element of boredom numbing the town. Bereft of all support, without acknowledgement on our part, that astonishing man defended the lost cause of poetry. He was a wondrous mill, into whose hoppers the bran of the empty hours was poured, bursting into bloom in its mechanism with all of the colours and aromas of oriental spices.”
““Were I to cast aside respect before the Creator and seek to make a jest in criticism of creation, then I should demand, ‘Less content and more form!’ Oh, how that loss of content would unburden the world! More modesty in purposes, more restraint in claims, gentlemen demiurges, and the world would be more exquisite!” cried my father as his hands were laying bare Paulina’s white calf from the fetters of her stocking.”
“It is worth noting how, in coming into contact with that unusual man, all things withdrew, as it were, to the root of their being, rebuilt their phenomenon down to its metaphysical core. They returned to their primordial idea, only to betray it at that point and lurch into those dubious, daring, and equivocal regions which I shall here succinctly call, the Regions of the Great Heresy.”
“Adela returned on luminous mornings, like Pomona from the fire of the enkindled day, tipping from her basket the colourful beauty of the sun: glistening wild cherries, full of water under their transparent skins, mysterious black cherries whose aroma surpassed that which would be realised in their taste, and apricots, in whose golden pulp lay the core of the long afternoons.”