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January 19, 2006
If Kafka has been forced onto you during highschool they made us read kafka by ~simplyann will have you nodding all the way through.
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they made us read kafka
without preamble or warning
or so much as a breath in the direction of a foreward
no prologue
no anatomy of a cockroach
they made us read kafka
and in my final essay, I swore that he was a crazy nut
who slept outside in a cardboard box
underneath the 110 freeway
in downtown Los Angeles with the rest of his
former existentialists
who turned men into insects
and arrested innocents.
they made us read kafka
and wrestle with his unfinished stories,
essays
novels
social commentary...
graduated, resigned, bitter
we left kafka and all that behind
with the half-assed essays of high school honors english
without preamble or warning
or so much as a breath in the direction of a foreward
no prologue
no anatomy of a cockroach
they made us read kafka
and in my final essay, I swore that he was a crazy nut
who slept outside in a cardboard box
underneath the 110 freeway
in downtown Los Angeles with the rest of his
former existentialists
who turned men into insects
and arrested innocents.
they made us read kafka
and wrestle with his unfinished stories,
essays
novels
social commentary...
graduated, resigned, bitter
we left kafka and all that behind
with the half-assed essays of high school honors english
Literature
Reasons for the Weekend
Because human nature zig-zagged in reverse
from wand-waving mornings to night,
plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails
and mud-trudging through kitchen floors,
Because we ignored the blue neon signs
that smiled Enter through the gates,
and monkeyed up the glass walls instead,
with the grace of a bullet-filled car,
Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink
when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood--
but the spectators gave him nil out of ten,
though Perfection had wrapped him in white.
Because human nature keeps sliding down driveways
without elbow guards or mothering smiles,
because we attempt to feel
Literature
Fate Rewrite P. 1
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Nice weather today, eh?
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his
Literature
On the Eve of M
A ball is kicked
and the whole world hears "Wide Right";
seemingly indestructible machina plow
through mustard-ridden sands
while children cry and lie
about incubator babies
and creative minds give missiles
cute antagonistic names;
walls crumble and
the red fades into
memories of mushroom cloud dreams;
children revel in their power
to control a running rodent
and neglect to notice their hamster
lying malnourished and dead
on its once-redundant wheel;
distortion rings
clean in teens' ears
to drown out adult interpretations
of obscurely screamed messages,
"The children hate us";
prom queen's quickening popularity
pumps pu
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I still don't understand him.
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It's not your fault. If they didn't give you any background about the writer himself (esp. the very long letter he wrote to his father), the story makes little sense.
I'm a German professor, I publish on Kafka, and this is one of my pet peeves.
I also think that The Metamorphosis was *not* his best story.
But I digress . . . .
Excellent poem.
I'm a German professor, I publish on Kafka, and this is one of my pet peeves.
I also think that The Metamorphosis was *not* his best story.
But I digress . . . .
Excellent poem.