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@technologyoftears
it‘s ok. it‘s ok it‘s ok it‘s ok k k k.
Probably the filthiest bar I‘ve ever been to, but the punk-jazz band that played was great. Budapest 2019, February.
Franz Kafka’s signature in a letter to Milena Jesenská. It reads:
Franz wrong, F wrong, Yours wrong nothing more, calm, deep forest
Prague, July 29, 1920.
my problem with a lot of body positivity / progressive beauty culture stuff is that it focuses on expanding the definition of beautiful rather than deconstructing the idea that physical beauty indicates worth. my difficulties with living in a body (and therefore with living, period) often come back to the fact that no matter how tightly i control my body, i am viewed as either object of disgust or object of desire (occasionally both simultaneously). i can never be neutral. i can never be subject. my difficulty with existing would not be assuaged, at least not for long, by winning the game of “beautiful.” winning is not the same as having agency or personhood. we don’t need to change the rules of the game. we need to stop playing.
i silenced it
who was tender with me when i failed?
baby, in our wildest moments we could be the greatest.. (sarajevo, june 2018)
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my copy of Arjun Appadurai’s Modernity at Large is well-loved
sure he’s well versed in leftist theory but does he do the dishes
„Alles Unglück meines Lebens - womit ich nicht klagen, sondern nur eine allgemein belehrende Feststellung machen will - kommt von Briefen oder von der Möglichkeit des Briefeschreibens her. Menschen haben mich kaum jemals betrogen, aber Briefe immer und zwar hier nicht fremde, sondern meine eigenen. […] Es ist ja ein Verkehr mit Gespenstern und zwar nicht nur mit dem Gespenst des Adressaten, sondern mit dem eigenen Gespenst, das sich unter der Hand in dem Brief, den man schreibt, entwickelt.“
Franz Kafka -„Briefe an Milena“
“To have lived one single day with Franz means more than all his work, all his writings.”
— Dora Diamant, in a letter to Felix Weltsch. (via franzkavka)
“Kafka’s goal is not to tell us how we can free ourselves from our chains, but rather to get us to realize that we are in chains—in many cases, to get us to hate the chains that we now love. Kafka’s mission is to demonstrate how the systems of authority in the societies in which we live oppress us, to show us how we all are Gregor Samsa, how we are all K. After all, how many of us have tortured ourselves, bellowing angrily into the deaf wind ’[W]e lived in a country with a legal constitution, there was universal peace, all the laws were in force; who, then, dared seize [us] in [our] own dwelling?‘”
— Kafka, the Quiet Anarchist (via traumakafka)
“Ich bin auf so einem gefährlichen Weg, Milena. Sie stehen fest (…), jung, schön. Ihre Augen strahlen das Leid der Welt nieder.”
— Franz Kafka, “Briefe an Milena” (3.Juni 1920)
“Und eigentlich schreiben wir immerfort das Gleiche. Einmal frage ich ob Du krank bist und dann schreibst Du davon, einmal will ich sterben und dann Du, (…) einmal will ich vor Dir weinen wie ein kleiner Junge und dann Du vor mir wie ein kleines Mädchen. Und einmal und zehnmal und tausendmal und immerfort will ich bei Dir sein und Du sagst es auch. Genug, Genug.”
— Franz Kafka, “Briefe an Milena”, 26.Juli 1920
“Ich schreibe anders als ich rede, ich rede anders als ich denke, ich denke anders als ich denken soll und so geht es weiter bis ins tiefste Dunkel.”
— Franz Kafka. Brief an Ottla Kafka, 10.07.1914
“Deine Hand ist in meiner so lange du sie dort läßt.”
— Franz Kafka, “Briefe an Milena”, 29.Juli 1920