Sunday, 22 May 2016

I have been reading Franz Kafka's Blue Octavo Notebooks. 

This little book is packed with densely written, short aphorisms, observations and
mundane scribbles, as Kafka ceased to write diary entries between 1917-19, and 
instead wrote in smaller, octavo-sized notebooks. Reading the Blue Notebooks is
quite hard, as he draws from his vast soundscape of worldly ideas, especially displaying
a keen interest in the Old Testament, with some rather comical aphorisms on Adam and
the snake. 

I have taken a very long break from blogging since I felt the entries were becoming too
forced, which is sadly a by-product of how my life increasingly has become a sausage-factory
of half-baked ideas, with the fitting London byline of philistines who profess the accumulation of wealth, 
egotism and complete disdain for anyone else. 

The Blue Notebooks are extremely refreshing in the sense that they belong to an old 
world order in which writing was done carefully and things were thought out. 
I especially like his observations on resilience:
“The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, 
is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the 
coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. 
By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.”

I suppose more culture, more poems, more self love might help me one day forget what 
now lies in the past. 

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