Franz Kafka’s The Trial portrays the trial of a man accused of a crime he does not believe he committed by a court reliant on influence to the exclusion of evidence. This man, Josef K., becomes inextricably entangled in trying to influence the verdict of his trial through both legitimate and illegitimate channels. Josef K.’s entire experience seems, at times, like a giant nightmare--literally. The tale seems dreamlike because of the narration’s irrelevant and inappropriate physical details, claustrophobic and conspiratorial focus on K., and illogical progressions.
Poetry, Literature, Academia, Yiddish, Hebrew, Music, Feminism, Spirituality, Radical Mental Health
Friday, July 23, 2004
Saturday, May 1, 2004
A poem I wrote in middle school
Re-found this one recently and thought it would be fun to share.
The Fish Angel
As I walked beside the sea
I saw a girl with golden hair
As I passed she looked at me
As though I weren’t there.
She leapt into the waves
Like a mermaid child
Seeming nearly as brave
but not quite as wild.
There was grace in her motion
As she dodged the water’s flow
And the cold of the ocean
Set her eyes and cheeks aglow.
I watched her every moment
Of the quickly passing day
And then she tossed me coral
And swiftly swam away.
The Fish Angel
As I walked beside the sea
I saw a girl with golden hair
As I passed she looked at me
As though I weren’t there.
She leapt into the waves
Like a mermaid child
Seeming nearly as brave
but not quite as wild.
There was grace in her motion
As she dodged the water’s flow
And the cold of the ocean
Set her eyes and cheeks aglow.
I watched her every moment
Of the quickly passing day
And then she tossed me coral
And swiftly swam away.
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