#kafk

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[watchoutforintellect]

The main thing, when a sword cuts into one's soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry, featured in The Blue Octavo Notebooks

[chaoticcalmnesss-blog]

Kafka on the shore - Haruki Murakami https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/45f26e_362e5a43843f4fe0904451c6650f1336.pdf Visit our website - https://chaoticcalmness.wixsite.com/website Like our Facebook page - https://www.facebook.com/chaoticcalmness/ Kafka on the Shore is powered by two remarkable characters: a teenage boy, Kafka Tamura, who runs away from home either to escape a gruesome oedipal prophecy or to search for his long-missing mother and sister; and an aging simpleton called Nakata, who never recovered from a wartime affliction and now is drawn toward Kafka for reasons that, like the most basic activities of daily life, he cannot fathom. As their paths converge, and the reasons for that convergence become clear, Haruki Murakami enfolds readers in a world where cats talk, fish fall from the sky, and spirits slip out of their bodies to make love or commit murder. Kafka on the Shore displays one of the world’s great storytellers at the peak of his powers

[davidsoymemorias]

Puedes alejarte del dolor del mundo, eres libre de hacerlo y corresponde a tu naturaleza; pero quizá ese alejamiento sea precisamente el único dolor que podrías evitar.

Kafka. Aforismos de Zurau.

[shaashwatwrites]

Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. "Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me…” Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

— May Benatar. “Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss.”