Poland: Memoirs and Scenes
Nighttime at the home of I. L. Peretz, and Shimon (aka Bernard) Kratko appears like a vision. Who masterminded an audience with Peretz, I can’t tell you, but it was all that mattered now, as if nothing had gone before:
I defer to the specialist to resolve Kratko’s ultimate status for the history of art, but I’ve never come across an artist’s force…
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