When I woke up this morning
I was not in my bed.
I found myself instead
Inside Franz Kafka's head.
He started Metamorphosis,
I thought, 'What is this?'"
There was no panic
I just sat back and watched
A master at his craft
Until my plan was botched.
He noticed me
Inside his head
As he finished up.
He sneezed me out as
I rolled down his pen and
His niece sure picked me up.
We've lived together, happily,
Me and Kafka's niece,
Ever since that one weird day
I shot out of Kafka's sneeze.
The older I grow the more I’m thankful for Franz Kafka
Who…I’ve read…and I’ve been told
Said:
Anyone who keeps the ability to find beauty
never will grow old
“Kafka Disordered”
Kafka disordered
never complete
in himself
burning stories
fuel for Nero
dreams of you
reading him
wrapt under
the covers
of his last pages
tattooing his voice
on your tongue
lips pass keys
legs entwined
love notes
never run
Metamorphosis
the trial
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Mirror Forever" / Weyes Blood
https://youtu.be/tQ1CH2_Arws
"Andromeda" / Weyes Blood
https://youtu.be/Aki1Xn36eJ8
“Every thing you love
is very likely to be lost,
but in the end,
love will return
in a different way.”
Franz Kafka
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Kafka
https://penelope.uchicago.edu/~grout/encyclopaedia_romana/gladiators/nero.html
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_macguffin_1054682
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MacGuffin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
"Women are traps
that lay for men
everywhere"
said Franz Kafka,
"in order to drag them into the infinite."
Maybe.
But why not,
Women are incense
that invites men and other women
and all genders everywhere
into the in-between infinite
EarthMother incense
invites
omnisciently enlightened
AnthroMind,
omnipotently empowered
EarthBody
CoPassioning
FatherSun
MotherEarth
integrity
Lighting fragrant dawn
powering fertile dusk.
Hunger Artist - A Kafkaesque Moment
By: Earl Schumacker
(influenced by “A Hunger Artist”- short story by: Franz Kafka)
Food is foreign and mysterious to me now
Tolerance for such things is vile
My art once held the masses
In a mesmerizing enchanted grip
These days nothing matters
Death by hunger is dismissed
No one comes by my cage
To keep me faithful to my pain, as it really is
Starvation has lost its style
Or flavor should I say
Such enlightenment and with it fame
Once came quick
The children gathered by the thousands
To prove that nothing happened
Watching frantically; morning noon and night
To see no food had passed the artists lips
And death would take them nicely without tricks
I can’t remember ever being free
My cage and I came together mysteriously
We seem to be the same thing
Starving came instinctively
As last hunger artist I can’t resign
I have to see enlightenment one time
With or without people to observe
Even if I should die before my time alone
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