#knulp

[impmansloot]

So I've been reading Knulp as I needed to "decompress"—to an extent that it's possible with Hesse's novels—with a shorter story after rereading N&G, and while I was reading, it made me think how all these Hesse's wanderer type characters unable to be tied down to one place and form stable/long-term relationships, embracing the fleeting fully, have this sense of inevitability and almost futility that just makes me so, so sad because how do you even cope with this urge to always leave, to always be in motion?

But the focus is shifted to the fact that Knulp was not exactly alone in the end and that there was nothing wrong with him. Things have changed and lost their familiarity, most loved ones of his have died, and yet all over these places so many know him and love him, ready to help him with whatever they can (I do think it's partially due to the culture and mindset of that time, compared to the very individualistic way of living we have today but that's a topic for another time). They might judge his vagabond way of living or express that he could've been this or that, but they're also fond of this childlike side of him and on some level understand it too. There was joy, and there was brightness he brought into people's lives, and that mattered.

[valentine-evenings]

If a beautiful thing were to remain beautiful for all eternity, I'd be glad, but at the same time I'd look at it with a colder eye. I'd say to myself: You can look at it any time, it doesn't have to be today. But when I know something is perishable and can't last forever, I look at it with a feeling not just of joy but of compassion as well.

Knulp, Hermann Hesse (1915)

[ahmetcumhur-blog]

[cemyafilmarsiv]

....

Kapıyı ardına kadar açarak Knulp'u aydınlık odadan itip içeri soktu. Büyük bir yemek masasının üstüne, üç zincirin ucunda bir gaz lambası sarkıyordu yukarıdan. Havada süzülen hafif bir tütün dumanı ince yollar çizerek lambanın silindir şeklindeki sıcak camına akın akın yönelmekte, oradan çarçabuk uzaklaşarak döne döne tavana doğru yükselip gözden kaybolmaktaydı.

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Herman Hesse, Knulp

[fyeahcindie]

More holiday favorites from some indies we have featured in the past. =D

First up, Chayata Sripanich aka Tuayp. Bangkok, Thailand. She's a member of the band gencry, and her Tuayp YouTube is very popular for her covers.

Next, a too short and plenty cute Winter Wonderland from K-indie singer-songwriter 모리(Morrie), arranged by Kuji Shinya:

Finally, this is a very jazzy Jingle Bells from KNULP, a super talented multi-instrumentalist/singer, known for her impressive one-man-band covers:

I wish I had more info about KNULP, but anyway, I recommend her channel for lots of classic rock covers. =D

[ririright]

“First-Time Daddy” AU

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader (Headcannons)

❤︎ Talking to His Son Before He’s Even Born

He has full-on conversations with your belly.

“Alright, little man, here’s the plan. You come out happy and healthy, and I’ll teach you how to build the coolest LEGO Star Wars ships.”

Sometimes he reads his favorite book, Knulp, out loud to your belly, because “Might as well get him cultured early.”

❤︎ You catch him whispering sweet things when he thinks you’re asleep.

“Your mom’s incredible. You’re gonna love her.”

❤︎ The Nighttime Ritual

Before bed, Hayden insists on giving you a gentle foot massage because

“You’re on your feet all day, sweetheart.”

He talks to the baby in soothing whispers, his cheek pressed against your belly.

“Hey, buddy. Daddy’s here. Take it easy on your mom tonight, okay?”

Sometimes he sings softly, old folk songs or even the Star Wars lullaby he made up.

❤︎ Baby Name Debates (That Are Just Cute Bickering)

Hayden has a list of classic, old-fashioned names he loves, but you tease him about them.

“We are not naming him Gandalf, Hayden.

You suggest trendy names just to see his reaction, and he gives you a horrified look.

“Honey, please. Not Brisket. That’s a food, not a name.”

You both finally agree on a shortlist but keep it a secret because “It’ll be our little surprise.”

❤︎ Weekly Belly Photos

Hayden insists on taking a picture of you every Sunday, wearing a cozy sweater or one of his oversized flannels.

He makes sure the background is always something pretty—the garden, the pond, or even the cozy kitchen.

Sometimes, he sets the timer and jumps in the photo with you, arms wrapped around you, his hand gently cradling your bump.

❤︎ Showering You with Compliments

Every day, without fail: “You’re so beautiful.”

If you complain about feeling big or uncomfortable, he immediately pulls you into his arms.

“You’re glowing, sweetheart. You’ve never been more gorgeous.”

He takes candid photos of you—your profile while you’re reading, you cradling your belly, you laughing. You’ll catch him staring at them, smiling like an absolute lovesick fool.

❤︎ Always Touching You

If you’re cooking, he stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his hands gently cradling your bump.

When you’re watching TV, you’re basically his pillow, snuggled up against his chest with his hand protectively over your belly.

Even in public, his hand is always somewhere on you—holding your hand, resting on your lower back, or gently guiding you.

❤︎ Decorating the Nursery Together

Hayden is incredibly hands-on, from painting the walls to assembling the crib.

He’s got a Star Wars mobile that he insists on hanging above the crib.

“It’s our new family tradition”

You catch him trying to figure out how to add a tiny, safe lightsaber nightlight.

❤︎ Baby Clothes Shopping is an Adventure

Hayden’s the one who gets way too excited in the baby clothes section.

“Look at this! It’s a little onesie with sheep on it! He’ll match the farm.”

He has a weakness for tiny socks.

“Oh, come on. They’re so small. I have to get them.”

If he spots anything Star Wars-themed, it’s immediately in the cart.

“It’s tradition, sweetheart.”

❤︎ The Ultrasound Photos Obsession

Hayden has a little envelope full of every single ultrasound photo. He takes them out sometimes and just stares at them, grinning like a lovesick puppy.

He even has a framed copy on his bedside table.

Once, you found him showing the photos to the animals while feeding them.

“That’s your future little buddy, you guys.”

❤︎ The Cravings Supplier (Advanced Mode)

Hayden has a snack drawer in the kitchen just for you, filled with all your current cravings—chocolate, sour candies, pickles, you name it.

If you so much as mention a craving, he’s on his way to get it.

“You want fresh strawberries? I’ll run to the farmer’s market.”

He once drove an hour to get your favorite donuts because you mentioned them offhand.

❤︎ The Baby Talk Voice

Hayden has a special soft, silly voice he uses when talking to your belly.

“Hey there, little man. It’s your daddy. Are you being nice to your mama in there?”

He sometimes switches into character, doing little Darth Vader impressions.

“Luke—I mean, Baby, I am your father.”

You catch him talking to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

“You’re already so loved, buddy.”

❤︎ Super Scent Sensitive

Hayden becomes hyper-aware of your sense of smell. If he’s cooking and you even wrinkle your nose, he’s immediately changing the menu.

He makes sure the house smells nice—lighting soft vanilla candles, making fresh coffee, and even spritzing lavender pillow mist in your room.

Once, you mentioned that his cologne was too strong, so he switched to a lighter, fresh scent just for you.

❤︎ Baby Kicks Are His Favorite Thing

Every time the baby kicks, Hayden’s face lights up.

“There he goes again! He’s gonna be a hockey star!”

If you’re having a quiet kick day, he tries to coax the baby with soft belly rubs and little whispers.

When the baby’s really active, he gets so excited, pressing his ear to your belly.

“Hey, buddy! Daddy’s here!”

❤︎ Dad Jokes Already Locked and Loaded

He’s been practicing his dad jokes, much to your amusement.

“Why did the baby strawberry cry? Because his parents were in a jam!”

Sometimes he’ll test them on you, watching for your eye roll. “Come on, that one was gold!”

You can already tell he’s going to be that dad who thinks he’s the funniest guy in the room.

❤︎ The Ultrasound Tradition

Every time you come back from an ultrasound, Hayden proudly tapes the new picture onto the fridge.

You catch him staring at the fridge sometimes, smiling. “Look at him. He’s got your nose.”

He keeps a digital copy of every ultrasound on his phone too, just in case.

❤︎ Grocery Store Adventures

He’s become a master of reading labels, making sure everything you eat is healthy and baby-safe.

If he sees anything that says “baby” on it, he’ll pick it up, even if it’s not for your age range yet.

“Hey, these little shoes are adorable. For… you know, later.”

He sneaks chocolate into the cart for you, even though you pretend to be watching your sugar.

❤︎ Reading All the Baby Books

You catch him sitting in bed with a baby care book in one hand and a highlighter in the other.

Sometimes he reads out loud to you, chuckling at the outdated advice.

“This one says to play Mozart to make the baby smarter. Do you think Star Wars soundtracks count?”

He worries about everything.

“Do you think the baby will like me? What if I forget how to hold him?” You have to constantly reassure him.

❤︎ Reading About Your Pregnancy Symptoms

If you even wince or sigh, he’s on his phone, looking up what it could mean.

“Okay, so mild back pain is normal, but—do you want me to get you a heating pad? Or do you want to switch pillows? I’ll run a bath.”

He has a little pregnancy app he checks every day, always excited to tell you how big the baby is now.

“He’s the size of a cantaloupe today!”

If you get emotional for no reason, he just wraps you in a big hug, holding you until you calm down.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Cry it out.”

❤︎ Heart-Melting Compliments

“Sweetheart, I swear you’re even more beautiful now. It’s like… you’re glowing.”

He’s always telling you how proud he is of you.

“I don’t know how you do it. You’re the strongest person I know.”

If you get emotional or insecure, he kisses you gently and says,

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You and this little guy.”

❤︎ Learning So Much About Babies

He’s constantly surprising you with random baby facts.

“Did you know babies can recognize their parents’ voices from the womb?”

His Amazon history is full of baby gadgets, from baby carriers to soft blankets.

You catch him watching “How to Swaddle” videos on YouTube late at night.

[blueprint-9376]

Hello!!

Can you recommend some books?

(I came across the post which stated you are almost near to reading 100 books this year; it's cool honestly.)

Thank you! Here are 7 books I enjoyed reading in 2024😊

1. <In the distance> by Hernán Díaz

2. < Peter Camenzind> by Hermann Hesse

3. <Approaching Eye Level> by Vivian Gornick

4. <Wired for love> by Stephanie Cacioppo

5. <Minor feelings> by Cathy Park Hong

6. <Seven years of darkness> by You-jeong Jeong

7. <Knulp> by Hermann Hesse

[mihai-florescu]

End of year - should i reread the kiseki arc? Or should i make my way through the list of books on my desk?

[animapienadiodio]

"Ogni uomo ha un'anima e non la può mischiare con quella degli altri. Due persone possono andare d'accordissimo, parlare di tutto ed essere vicine. Ma le loro anime sono come fiori, ciascuno ha la sua radice in un determinato posto e nessuno può avvicinarsi troppo all'altro senza abbandonare la sua radice, cosa peraltro impossibile. I fiori effondono il loro profumo e spargono il loro seme perché vorrebbero avvicinarsi, ma il fiore non può fare niente perché il seme giunga nel posto giusto; tocca al vento, che va e viene come vuole".

"Il sogno che ti ho raccontato ha forse lo stesso significato. Non volevo far male né a Henriette né a Lisabeth. Ma forse proprio il fatto che io abbia amato entrambe e le abbia volute far mie le ha trasformate in quella figura onirica che somiglia a entrambe e non è nessuna. Quella figura sì che è mia, ma non è viva. Lo stesso ho pensato spesso dei miei genitori. Essi pensano che io sia figlio loro e sia come loro. Ma, per quanto li debba amare, per loro sono un estraneo, che non riescono a capire. Quanto c'è in me di essenziale, quella che forse è la mia anima, lo ritengono di secondaria importanza, lo ascrivono alla mia gioventù o al mio umore. Certo, mi vogliono bene e farebbero ogni cosa per me. Un figlio può prendere dal padre il naso e gli occhi e persino l'intelligenza, ma non l'anima. L'anima è nuova, in ogni uomo".

Herman Hesse, Knulp

[cinnaspice79]

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Hello! I’m Brooks, I like classic literature and I try to keep my socials alive. Apart from Tumblr, I have an Instagram account. Below are my interests, the mainly ones, but you can see the rest of them on my carrd.

Jules Verne

I put him at the beginning because there are many of his books that I love, such as Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (my current hiperfixation), Around the World in Eighty Days and the three books where the Baltimore Gun Club appears (From the Earth to the Moon, Around the Moon and The Purchase of the North Pole). I must make a mention to Paris in the Twentieth Century, being a book that is not much talked about, but I had to mention it.

Hermann Hesse

My all-time favorite will always be Demian, though I also love Beneath the Wheel with Steppenwolf. Apart from these, there is Siddhartha, Knulp and Peter Camenzind.

Books

The Catcher in the Rye

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Frankenstein

Hamlet

Crime and Punishment

1984

Fahrenheit 451

Lord of the Flies

My Carrd

[solomusica1]

THE SOUND OF SILENCE (Simon & Garfunkel) Harp Guitar Cover by KNULP 하프 기...

[akilfikirgezegeni]

iki dakikada Hermann Hesse’den İnce Ruhlu Bir Gezgin: Knulp

[antonjesus]

STARMAN (David Bowie) Band Cover by KNULP

[newsandnotesblog]

THOM ASHWORTH

Derry Gaol

Pathfinding

High Germany

Ratcliffe Highway

Everybody's Gone To the Rapture

RL BOYCE

Coal Black Mattie

Child Of God

Going Down South

Don't Worry My Mind

Shotgun

BOYGENIUS

Salt In the Wound

Ketchum, ID

Bite the Hand

True Blue

Cool About It

Not Strong Enough

BILLY BRAGG

Waiting For the Great Leap Forward

There Is Power In A Union

BRIGHT EYES

Bells and Whistles

The Time I Have Left

Tin Soldier Boy

We Are Going To Be Friends

Something Vague

Saturday As Usual

The Feel Good Revolution

Calais To Dover

Ladder Song

BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD

Expecting To Fly

Hung Upside Down

Questions

Rock 'n' Roll Woman

On the Way Home

NEKO CASE

Last Lion Of Albion

Furnace Room Lullaby

Thrice All American

At Last

Fox Confessor Brings the Flood

John Saw That Number

Deep Red Bells

Things That Scare Me

Magpie To the Morning

The Tigers Have Spoken

LUCY DACUS

Forever Is A Feeling

The Most Wanted Man

DARLINGSIDE

My Girl/My Guy

DEAD TONGUES

Dirt For A Dying Sun

Call Out To Me

The Gold Is Deep

Stained Glass Eyes

Embers Of Midnight

Garden Song (from Dust)

DECEMBERISTS

The Infanta

This Is Why We Fight

A Cautionary Song

Legionnaire's Lament

The Mariner's Revenge Song

Don't Carry It All

Calamity Song

Once In My Life

Sucker's Prayer

We All Die Young

Long White Veil

BOB DYLAN

Lenny Bruce

Man of Peace

Neighborhood Bully

They Killed Him

Political World

Ring Them Bells

Disease of Conceit

STEVE EARLE

Johnny Come Lately

ESPERS

Caroline

Dead King

I Can't See Clear

The Road of Golden Dust

Sightings

Another Moon Song

FIRST AID KIT

Random Rules

It's A Shame

Stay Gold

The Lion's Roar

Ready To Run

The Last One

Postcard

To Live A Life

Distant Star

Nothing Has To Be True

RHIANNON GIDDENS

Come Love Come

Yet To Be

Another Wasted Life

If You Don't Know How Sweet It Is

I'm On My Way

JARLATH HENDERSON

The Mountain Streams

Young Edmund

Courting Is A Pleasure

HISS GOLDEN MESSENGER

If It Comes In the Morning

JASON ISBELL

Shotgun Wedding

24 Frames

Cumberland Gap

Stockholm

Hope the High Road

Seven-Mile Island

The Blue

Soldiers Get Strange

Streetlights

The Last Song I Will Write

JETHRO TULL

Reason For Waiting

Look Into the Sun

We Used To Know

With You There To Help Me

Inside

Songs From the Wood

Ring Out Solstice Bells

GARY JULES

Mad World

KACY + CLAYTON

49th Parallel

Spare Me Over One More Year

In A Time Of Doubt

Intervention

Providence Place

The South Saskatchewan River

The Light of Day

White Butte Country

A Certain Kind of Memory

This World Have I Wandered

AMYTHYST KIAH

Sleeping Queen

Hitchin A Ride

Fake Plastic Trees

Black Myself

Dark Matter

Wildebeest

Die Slowly Without Complaint

LANKUM

The New York Trader

LOS LOBOS

When the Circus Comes

Saint Behind the Glass (Fillmore)

Good Morning Aztlan

The Road To Gila Bend

Wreck Of the Carlos Rey

Tears Of God

One Time One Night

LILLIE MAE

Terlingua Girl

Over the River and Through the Woods

Wash Me Clean

Honest and True

Nearing Home

SINÉAD O"CONNOR

I Am Stretched On Your Grave

The Emperor's New Clothes

OFFA REX

Sheepcrook and Black Dog

The Queen Of Hearts

The Gardener

Flash Company

The Old Churchyard

Willie O' Winsbury

To Make You Stay

CHARLIE PARR

God Moves On the Water

Send Your Child To War

Come Along and See

Cropduster

Walk Around My Bedside

Farmer

Rain

Heavy

Hobo

Salt Water

THE ROCHES

Hammond Song

Speak

Everyone Is Good

Losing Our Job

Person With A Past

Another World

Love Radiates Around

Love To See You

Losing True

MAGGIE AND TERRE ROCHE

Down the Dream

Telephone Bill

If You Empty Out All Your Pockets . . .

West Virginia

RICHARD SHINDELL

The Next Best Western

Smiling

I Saw My Youth Today

Beyond the Iron Gate

Money For Floods

Atlas Choking

The Deer In the Parkway

All Wide Open

Your Guitar

Abbie

SONGS OF GREEN PHEASANT

I Am Daylights

Dear Prudence

Whitsun Girls

Wintered

The Burning Man

Knulp

Until . . .

Truth But Not Fact

Have Patience

Baby I'm Deranged

SUN KIL MOON

Carry Me, Ohio

Lost Verses

Tonight the Sky

Like the River

Pray For Newtown

BUFFY SAINTE-MARIE

Moratorium

Carry It On

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee

The Uranium War

Working For the Government

God Is Alive, Magic Is Afoot

The Big Ones Get Away

Farm In the Middle of Nowhere

Generation

I Don't Need No City Life

Ain't No Time For the Worryin' Blues

We Are Circling

RICHARD THOMPSON

Turning Of the Tide

Keep Your Distance

From Galway To Graceland

Bird In God's Garden

Beatnik Walking

Broken Doll

Devonside

Dad's Gonna Kill Me

The Ballad of Easy Rider (with Sandy Denny)

I Still Dream

Jerusalem on the Jukebox

NEIL YOUNG

Welcome Back

Cinnamon Girl

Motorcycle Mama

[katswatching]

24. Please Come Back, Mister

“How lovely it had been, how lovely in joy and sorrow.”

— Hermann Hesse, Knulp.

★★★☆☆

[ririright]

“Hesse and the Snuggle Philosopher”

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader

The room was dark, save for the dim glow of a reading lamp and the occasional flicker of lightning outside. Rain tapped gently on the farmhouse roof—steady, soothing, the kind of rhythm that usually put Hayden right to sleep.

But not tonight.

Tonight, Hayden was philosophizing.

Propped up on one elbow, glasses sliding down his nose, he held Knulp: Three Tales from the Life of Knulp in one hand like it was a sacred artifact. His other hand absently rested on his wife’s hip beneath the blankets, his thumb tracing little circles as he talked in a whispery, dramatic voice usually reserved for movie trailers or Halloween storytelling.

“Okay, so—so you remember the part where Knulp abandons the temple and just walks into the forest barefoot? And then befriends the snake?” Hayden’s eyes were wide, glowing with both reverence and a little too much caffeine. “He’s not running away, babe. He’s returning. Like, internally. He’s finding the self that existed before the self got all… selfy.”

From her pillow, his wife let out a muffled laugh. “You’ve gotta stop saying ‘selfy.’ You sound like a spiritual influencer with a kombucha line.”

He ignored her. Sort of. His hand moved affectionately up her back. “No, but really! Like—Hesse is saying the snake isn’t evil. The snake is knowledge, but not the corrupted kind. The raw kind. The pre-language stuff. Knulp doesn’t kill the snake—he talks to it. You know how rare that is in fiction? Talking to the snake?”

“Hayden,” she said, blinking slowly, “it’s two in the morning.”

“I know. But listen. Just one more thing.”

She groaned softly but nuzzled against him, half-smiling.

Hayden flipped to a dog-eared page, dramatically cleared his throat, and read aloud:

“‘Only in stillness,’ Knulp said to the moss, ‘can I hear the shape of my own longing.’”

He stared at her.

She stared back.

There was a long pause.

“…You whispered to moss, once,” she said, biting back a grin.

“That was different,” he huffed. “That was after I fell into the pond. And I was concussed. Slightly.”

“Still counts.”

Hayden sighed, dramatically flopping back onto the pillow. “Nobody respects poets anymore.”

She rolled over to face him and gently poked his cheek. “I respect you. Even when you’re reading German existentialism like it’s bedtime for monks.”

He beamed. “You do?”

“Mm-hm.”

A long pause. The rain continued.

Then:

“Do you think I’m like Knulp?” he whispered.

“You mean… soft-spoken, mysterious, obsessed with rivers, and probably dangerous in a forest?”

“Yes.”

She leaned closer, kissed the tip of his nose, and whispered against his mouth, “You’re exactly like Knulp. But with more socks.”

Hayden melted, pulled her closer with a happy sigh, and finally—finally—let the book fall shut.

Still, as she drifted off beside him, he whispered to the ceiling:

“…I am a snake-friendly monk.”

And in the quiet of their little room, somewhere between the thunder and the warmth of their blanket nest, she mumbled sleepily—

“You’re also a nerd.”

He grinned in the dark. “Love you too.”