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07-10-2011
Walter Jones
Who will hold my water, what the dream we live, oft in the distance I hear a voice to give, for time the mentor of ages, plays us many songs, but family is the reason most of us sing along, a poet is a writer that sees many leaves as they write, each a story before it dies, worth and so much more.. Walt
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06-09-2011
Susan Brown
Wasn't it Kafka who said: "By believing in something that doesn't exist, somehow we create it"? The painting above this work fits this piece beautifully. Interesting....Alan, very moving! I found myself staring through the branches, "into the heavens" waiting for an answer...wide eyed.
Susan
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06-05-2011
Mae Futter Stein
That is quite a story. My oldest brother was born in 1918 and lived to be eighty one. In days of his growing up, he had many tales, as did my sisters, to tell. The bare limbs from the hickory trees were stripped of the leaves, and the bare skin was used for a stinging whip for punishment, bringing welts and bleeding cuts to remember, and that's how they believed in those days. I can relate to Kafka being afraid of his father. I have many memories of the early 20Th century. My parents had eleven children, therefore I have many, many relatives and I could write a book. LOL. Your write is very educational. Thanks, Alan....Mae
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06-05-2011
Alan Reed
Franz Kafka was a German novelist of the early 20Th century whose works were published against his wishes and most of them posthumously. Hopelessness and absurdity were thought to permeate his literature and it was largely considered existentialist in thought.
His father was a brash, overbearing and successful businessman. Kafka was terrified of his father but did not dislike him. He distanced himself from his father both physically and spiritually. In 1919 he penned a letter of approximately 50 pages (depending on the translation) to his father in response to his father's assertion that Kafka was in fact afraid oh him. The letter, in so many words, uniquely described how Kafka would be unable to describe orally how he felt about his father because there were so many feelings to explain that he would forget them and become confused and his speech therefore would become useless. His arguments were roundabout but clever and some of his sentences covered entire pages.
This write reflects part of what Kafka might have been trying to communicate and part of the write contains fiction as well as what occurred to and the thoughts of this writer -- all in Kafkaesque style. I hope it makes for an enjoyable read. Note that Kafka's mother intercepted the original letter and his father never received it. - Alan
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