Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
SOUND OF SILENCE
Learn To Be Quiet
by Franz Kafka
You need not do anything.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
You need not even listen, just wait.
You need not even wait,
Just learn to be quiet, still and solitary.
And the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked.
It has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
For me, Franz Kafka`s writings are not weird, but normal products of a normal mind. Of an intellect which can see what `normal` people cannot see, that can hear what they cannot, and can feel what is beyond the reach of most. There is movement in stillness, sound in silence, and emotion in an empty space. The majority of humanity see the big picture, but not the details; whether because they lack the capacity to focus, to stop and to be still and quiet, or simply because of the need to exist and thrive, rather than understand and appreciate their environment. Whatever, Franz Kafka is my kind of writer that observes, and uses metaphor to embroider his visions of existence to explain and entertain in a beautifully unique, and exquisite way the blindness and tunnel visioned humanity around him. It is a matter of great sadness that most people will not have the insight, or the patience to read his words, because he writes about them.
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers. View all posts by marlovian