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I pretzel infilati nel portapretzel sono rigorosamente censiti e a fine pasto si svolge la conta degli assenti.
Quella sera, in via Nerudova, il fantasma di Franz Kafka dimenticò di dirmelo.
Kafka, Honkai: Star Rail Photographer: A.Z.Production Cosplay Photography (instagram.com/azproductioncosp) Cosplayer: Crunchy (instagram.com/crunchycupcake/)
Kafka's Monkey
THE 2009 SELL-OUT PRODUCTION FEATURING OLIVIER AWARD WINNER KATHRYN HUNTER RETURNS AFTER A SMASH-HIT WORLD TOUR
www.youngvic.org/whats-on/kafkas-monkey
based on A Report to an Academy by Franz Kafka
adaptation by Colin Teevan
★★★★★ 'Superb... Kathryn Hunter is extraordinary.'
Time Out
Photo(c) Keith Pattison
Beginregels van een lezing die S. Vestdijk op 19 juni 1942 hield voor zijn medegijzelaars in seminarie Beekvliet, St. Michielsgestel. (Document gevonden in het archief van Hans Visser.)
Hmm... very simple.
Journaling:
If you don't get a good night kiss, you get Kafka dreams.
This is a line from one of our favorite Calvin and Hobbes comics, the one with the bedbug. We first read it back in Berlin, probably around 1988, and I remember my dad having to try to explain it to us - who Kafka was, and why the joke was funny. (Franz Kafka was a German writer in the early 20th century, who wrote The Metamorphosis among other things; his works were very surreal and strange, as we learned to a greater degree later.) I just sort of accepted it at the time, thought it was funny because Dad did - it wasn't till several years later, in Ottawa, that I learned more about Kafka…
One weekend afternoon a show came on TV - Kafka's The Castle. Hey, look - Kafka! we said. (I hadn't yet been assigned to read the Metamorphosis in school, and so my entire frame of Kafka reference was the Calvin and Hobbes comic.) Let's watch it! So we did.
And boy, it starts out weird and just gets weirder. A man trying to get to the castle on the hill. A drear and snowy landscape. Villagers and officials obstructing his way. A mysterious girl. Two idiot twins throwing papers around in a chaotic file room, while an old man is earnestly explaining something. It was remarkably dream-like, really; the kind of dream you try to recount after waking but realize that none of it made any sense, though it felt like it did at the time. At one point my mom was washing the dishes in the kitchen and kept calling, You have to fill me in on what I'm missing! To which we could really only reply, We would if we could, but we can't really figure out what's happening, and we're watching it! I think we kept watching in hopes that things would begin to come clear.
Then, to top it all off, as the main character finally started trudging up the hill to the castle... words started to roll up the screen, explaining that Kafka had never finished the book, that it ended in mid-sentence. WHAT? All that and there's not even an ending?
We would've been outraged, but it was really mostly just funny. It became one of those family stories - remember the time we watched that crazy Kafka movie?! - and really lent a whole new meaning to that old comic.
Now where's my goodnight kiss??
Statue to do with Kafka in Praha, not sure exactly what to do with Kafka as I'm not exactly well read but a nice statue.
Kafka's Monkey
THE 2009 SELL-OUT PRODUCTION FEATURING OLIVIER AWARD WINNER KATHRYN HUNTER RETURNS AFTER A SMASH-HIT WORLD TOUR
www.youngvic.org/whats-on/kafkas-monkey
based on A Report to an Academy by Franz Kafka
adaptation by Colin Teevan
★★★★★ 'Superb... Kathryn Hunter is extraordinary.'
Time Out
Photo(c) Keith Pattison
Kafka, Hinkai Star Rail Photographer: A.Z.Production Cosplay Photography (instagram.com/azproductioncosp) Cosplayer: Christina (www.instagram.com/likeassassin/)
Second picture I've taken of this sticker at the Westminster Mall. I think I'm gonna take a picture of it everytime I walk by.
Look, I think this is a conversion,
a mountain-out-of-molehill
kind of thing. Moles won’t live
in them anymore; they want something
with a view. I don’t want to debate
the issue, I just want you to open
your eyes and see it my way, is that
so hard to understand. I’m pretty
and you’re smart so we make a good
team and team-building is of the moment.
And I never said Hitler was a good guy;
I said painters are frequently misunderstood.
Martin and Lewis, Abbott and Costello,
those guys knew something and it was
big. Derrida, I can take him or leave him.
Kafka, sure, he was great at what he did.
You can scrape it off with your tongue
or dip it in milk. It’s good either way.
Music has to be played loud otherwise it
doesn’t get into your soul and eat away
at your stomach lining. Sure, I could shut up
but what would that prove. Why do you do that
to your finger; it could get infected. So here’s
another example. When they find life on
another planet, you know what its first words
will be. Call me crazy but you have beautiful
armpits. I can see the Alps from here.
At a young age Kafka fortunately found music as an escape from the constant difficult realities of his environment, instead of following the troubled paths of so many of his peers. “People look for a way out, get into drink or drugs,” the singer explains. “But in our house there were always records around. Actually, they were probably the only thing of real value.” After taking up guitar at age 12, Kafka played with a couple of short-lived high school bands before funding himself through university, but he knew early on he didn’t want to waste time learning the songs of others. “I did my first solo gigs at 17, but I never bothered with covers,” he says. “I wanted every song to be my own—pop songs, but with a left-field bent.”
After taking some time to finish university Kafka started the five-year process of composing the songs for Mysterious Skin, which was co-produced by Mark Jones (Peter Gabriel, Blue Nile, Black Grape). “Kafka draws from a very diverse palette of influences that create a quite unique style,” says Jones. “He’s very clear about how he wants his message to come over—a very talented chap.”
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Franz Kafka's final diary entry (June 12th 1923) wraps around the sides in a spiral. Possibly in a downward manner.
The trompe d'oeil took me 4 hours to puzzle together. Here is what it looks like layed out flat. Like a circle of sickles!
our kitchen table. has besides others a picture of one of my favourite coffeemugs on it. the coffeemugs' name is "franz kafka" and the pic is drawed by awek
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