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“If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.”  -Franz Kafka

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He looked sadly down at the street, as though it were his own bottomless sadness.

Franz Kafka, Amerika

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WHO DID THIS

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Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally.

Franz Kafka, The Castle

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Me, after abandoning this blog in 2018 

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HAPPY 2019!! <3

Happy New Year, Kafka kids!! I hope you are reading lots of wonderful things & drinking plenty of water & doing your best to NOT transform into giant writhing beetles.

Also, I haven’t ~completely~ abandoned this blog, but I am WAY more active on Twitter these days. If you follow me let me know so I can follow you back!! You can find me @livingstonepoet. Ayyyy!

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“Sweet serpent, why do you stay so far away, come nearer, nearer still, enough, no further, stay there. For you, too, there are no frontiers. How am I to attain mastery over you if you recognize no frontiers? It will be hard work. I begin by asking you to curl yourself up. Curl yourself up, I said, and you stretch yourself. Don’t you understand me? You don’t understand me. But I speak very clearly: Curl up! No, you don’t grasp it. So then I show you, here, with the staff. First of all you must describe a large circle, then inside, adjoining it, a second, and so forth. If then finally you are still holding your little head high, lower it slowly to the tune on the flute that I shall later play, and when I cease, you shall have become quiet too, with your head in the inmost circle.” -Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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November 12. Long time in bed, resistance.

Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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HELLO FRIENDS! I apologize for essentially abandoning this Kafka blog. I will try to poke my head in every now & then, but in the meantime you can follow me on Twitter to keep up with all my shenanigans. Hey look! I am a real life person living in the actual world! Doing real life things! Like working towards my Master’s degree, and writing & publishing poetry. You can keep up with all the happenings here: https://twitter.com/livingstonepoet

I HOPE YOU ARE ALL DOING WELL, AND READING LOTS OF KAFKA! 

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Robert Crumb

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So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.

Franz Kafka

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You’re sweet and I’m glad you’re happy!!!!!! Big smooch (and bug smooch?? )

BUG SMOOCH TO YOU TOO, ANONYMOUS BB

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I share with you my kafkaesque cup. A self birthday gift

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FRANZ KAFKA IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE