Franz Kafka

"Not asking would have brought you back, asking drives you on over yet a further ocean."
Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
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"A good morning, impossible to remember everything."
— Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
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Make an assemblage inspired by your favorite book/author. (Franz Kafka Example)Metamorphosis/Kafka by moonwild
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Franz Kafka Proměna - Jiří Slíva
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"The moonlight dazzled us. Birds shrieked from tree to tree. There was a buzzing and whizzing in the fields. We crawled through the dust, a pair of snakes."
— Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
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"There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the degree of my suffering is far less than the suffering that is perhaps my due."
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
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"Of his own volition, like a fist he turned and shunned the world."
— Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
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"You raven, I said, you old bird of ill omen, what are you always doing on my path?"
— Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
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Anonymous asked: What do you think Kafka's “I am a cage, in search of a bird” means?

violentwavesofemotion:

Ugh it’s a wonderful quote. I think it means that human nature is essentially connected with that urge to possess something/someone/perhaps your own self. A person who is a “cage” is a person who is painfully aware of his own condition; a person who is aware of the overall futility of his/her own humanity. That kind of a person feels caged in and therefore is a cage because he can’t fathom desire itself. The urge to desire. The fatally beautiful and absolutely haunting craving to crave; the insatiable longing to long. He doesn’t love freely because he can’t accept the flow of all that. In some way, he/she can’t love, deep down. When your love is merely about possessing the other, when your yielding is about yielding to just “find” someone, then it’s not love. It’s just another reflection of your own cage. It refers to people perpetually claiming they’d love to love someone whose mind would be wild & free, but what they “love” is nothing but the process of staying “in search”. The “bird”, to them, is not a certain someone or a certain something, it is in fact that little part of themselves which is still able to actually love. And there’s this sense of complete honesty in this line; this tone of raw confession, which makes it so lovely to read and yet sad. To me, it’s a sad line. Makes you ponder over the idea of freedom; makes you question how “free” we are vs how “free” we think ourselves to be.

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