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Kafka for Beginners
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« Hell is yourself too. »
« Your vigor for life appalls me. »
« It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. »
« Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. »
« Writers speak stench. »
« Productivity is being able to do things that you were never able to do before. »
« He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found. »
Now my first typewriter has two colors on the ribbon, red and black. I was taught that red was to be used for important stuff and black was for the rest of the drivel. The following pages contain dispatches and reports referencing works contained in our vast library. We have raised it from the depths of despair. Most of the works have citations indicating attributions to the content. Some may not. We at kafka@dawgbongo.armdtv.org are not responsible for erroneous citations or improper disposition of these works. These works are used solely for research in the fields of music history and music appreciation.
1968 we studied Latin with Mr. Drialo, History with Mrs. Schumann and Mr. Brautigan, English with Mr. Rue, Typing and Shorthand with Mrs. Brink, Electronic Fundamentals and Mechanical Drawing with Mr. Wurtzel and Mr Powner, and Photography with Mr. Howard H. Scarborough. Physical Education and Science (Biology, Chemistry, and Physics) were at opposite ends of the building and Math was somewhere in the middle. Not that we didn't study those subjects, they resided elsewhere on our educational compass. We studied Art and Music at home. The study of Philosophy and Foreign literature had to be acquired elsewhere. Armed with briefcases (backpacks weren't happening), pencils, and notebooks we skipped classes and audited courses with Walter Kaufmann, sat in on new European art movie releases, and riffed on the Steinway pianos, at the local university. We even got to "full stop" the cathedral pipe organ at the local choir college. In our spare time, and when money allowed, we went to, "The Filmore." We got around to places by taking a bus. If that didn't work, we rode our bikes... and if that didn't work we hitchhiked. Our fascination with German literature in translation dove-tailed well with our readings of Marshall McLuhan and Buckminster Fuller. For dessert, extracurricular readings of James Joyce, Voltaire, and Henry Miller filled out an ever changing menu of study. Sunday's we met at St Anthonys of Padua Church where we ripped on the Hammond CV during "Youth Mass" and pushed the limits of civility playing the fringes of contemporary music at teen dances. It was a very ecumenical time... the women wore peasant dresses and practiced their new found social liberation on unsuspecting young men.
Many times we were just walking around trying to figure out what the heck was going on while experimenting doing the impossible.
- Gregor Samsa Armando T