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Kafka Dreams

Kafka on reading;
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? ...we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.


Princess said…
I guess it should do something to us so that we keep on thinking about it
[we should experience one feeling or another, but not without it] and it should not be like what is quoted here.
Marutham said…
:D Try reading "ENCHANTED WOODS"-by Enid
alex said…
True. :)
Nachi said…
cool quote brother!! we guys are doing a seminar on Kafka here at the MSU from the 12th to 113th of March...

so gonna be fun!!

ps: hey!
QUASAR9 said…
Horses for courses me thinks
How much CNN and war can I take
How much pain & suffering of others must one watch?
The risk you see is, that we may turn this frozen sea inside into a frozen heart ... that we become insensitised, desensitised to the traumas of life
Rape - well could have been worse they could have killed you?
Mutilation - could have been worse you could be dead?
Pain, illness or disease - be graeful for what you have, oh really?

EASY FOR YOU TO SAY - BUT WHEN YOU HAVE HEADACHE YOU WANT Parrot has eaten them all (paracetamol) and when you have toothache you want a dentist - no one can know what bad toothache is like from reading a book - bad toothache is felt in the mouth and HEAD

No one died of a broken heart, but shall we ever love the same again
We either create a bitter twisted existence, where we necome insensitive to all, or we create an existance where everything is like water of a ducks back.

Alas physical pain can bring me to my knees, yet I'm impervious to emotional pain - not really
Physical pleasures I seek with the rest, yet it is emotional joy and the Mind can reach fullest ecstasy and greater heights

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