I went on Google a hundred times today, but it wasn't till about an hour ago that I really stared at the logo imagery and realized it was meant to represent Gregor Samsa in one of the best things I read all year, the Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. So happy 130th, Kafka! I wasn't planning on uploading tonight, but today is now a day worth remembering. Oh and the book is about a man who wakes up one day to discover that he turned into a bug overnight (it sounds silly but it's existential genius) and I realize this picture bears little resemblance to anything of the sort, but for some reason it's still kinda inspired by it

Kafka.

I'm so excited to see Prague again! Please visit Alex's stream to see this amazing city

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"Description of a Struggle" is one of Kafka's longer minor works and is divided into three chapters. The second chapter is the longest and is itself split into several sections. The narrator leaps onto his acquaintance's back and rides him like a horse and imagines a landscape that responds to his every whim. (Adapted from Wikipedia)

I'll go back to Spain tomorrow :)

Edit: The statue has been processed in Topaz and Fractalius then copied and pasted as a new layer above the tree. The background layer had similar processing then a copy was made with reduced opacity and radial blurr applied to that keeping some leaf details under the "zoomed" layer. Hope this makes sense :)

First go at it with a Sony A7R II

This creation by sculptor David Cerny has transcending metal layers rotating on an axis which re-form the face every 20-30 minutes , continuously, in such a manner that the bust faces a different direction every time. It's located in a small square but you can glimpse it from busy Narodni Street through a couple of narrow galleries.

In dedication to Franz Kafka, Josph Beuys and Terry Gilliam

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I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.

My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning of life

All I needed was ink to be a black boy.

I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.

I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.

I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for fresh butts.

My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.

I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,

look up at my window and see nobody.

So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears

then I do?"

Nobody around, I piss anywhere.

My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,

my gay jubilation.

First Poem

by Peter Orlovsky

Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris

hanging out with friends. playing with the ice light.

My friends shooting a movie based on a Kafka story in my building...

Kafka

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"Every day night falls. But the world is not the same as the day before. You're not the same as yesterday"

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"Cada día, al llegar la hora, anochece. Pero el mundo ya no es el mismo que el día anterior. Tú, no eres el mismo que ayer"

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Kafka: Le procès

( Der prozess)

Traduction par Alexandre Vialatte

Gallimard - Paris, 1972

collection Folio, n° 101

couverture: illustration de Roland Cat

"Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. " - Franz Kafka

Endless.doors in Hungary, Sárvár

taken with minolta md 16mm fisheye metabones turbobooster on sony nex7

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*Kafka starving to death, on his deathbed at the Hoffmann Sanatoruim in Kierling near Vienna. Franz Kafka died of starvation in June 1924. At that time there was no cure for Tuberculosis.

Prague

Close up of an exhibit at Collaborators: UK Design for Performance 2003 - 2007 at V&A London till 18th November this year. My title.

Cartaz para a peça do Grupo Delírio de Teatro

Franz Kafka is one of the greatest novelist. He is buried in Prague. Please note the pens that visitors leave on his grave.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

Franz Kafka

The 'Philosophy' of Franz Kafka

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went to visit my parents on mothersday. we had some fun playing with the washing machine.

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Roadtrip. Driving around the country with my girlfriend.