One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Kafka: I Was Thinking of Something Else

Combing through his diaries I couldn't find it (possibly it's in the Blue Octavio Notebooks--I'll look when I have the time), but I found some other interesting bits (underlined "keepers"):
I am supposed to pose in the nude for the artist Ascher, as a model for a St. Sebastian.
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   To awaken on a cold autumn morning full of yellowish light. To force your way through the half-shut window and while still in front of the panes, before you fall, to hover, arms extended, belly arched, legs curved backwards, like the figures on the bows of ships in old times.
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