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 to drop on the mirror. Then I did the reading. There was minimal attendance, but fantastical stories circulated about the performance.

10 March 2013, photo: Štěpán Bartoš.