Saturday, 21 November 2009

KAFKA KAFKA KAFKA KAFKA KAFKA


"Yeah alright Kafka, writing existentialist metaphors about alienation involving beetles is all well and good, but isn't it about time you knuckled down and did a bit of work? Your coursework was really quite average last term and you could do with some higher marks to bring your average up."

This is the sort of thing Franz Kafka had to put up with every day from his pushy father. HOWEVER, it would have been an entirely different story if Kafka's stories involved people waking up as a toad. His dad fucking loved that concept. "Well it'd be bloody mad, wouldn't it? Waking up as a fucking toad? Mental. Someone should really write a story where that happens." Gives little Franz a proper blatant look. You know the one where you raise your eyebrows as high as they go and nod a little bit. So yeah, who could blame the fellow for feeling a little bit angsty? Not I, for one. Not I.

'Kafka, Kafka, where did our love go? And all of your beetles, and a modernist metaphor.....' (That's a line from the unreleased Supremes song, 'Kafka, Where Did Our Love Go?'. Motown bossmen thought it was a bit 'too real' and 'close to the bone' for a mainstream audience. I for one agree. Do you? Discuss, in relation to discus.)

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