


[Hermann Kafka]
In my novel, Kafka In The Castle, I fill in the missing entries of his actual diaries. There are many days to fill, as he either did not write during these days, or he destroyed the record.
Franz Kafka had his famous conflict with his father. He even wrote a book about it. In reality, his father was almost as harsh and disdainful to Franz’s sister, Ottla. She eventually left the Prague family home, and moved to a small village. But, also in reality, her father never seemed to understand his part in it.
Here I have their father, Hermann, talk about his daughter to his son.
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17 April 1917
Father greeted me at the supper table today, and even – over the course of the meal – asked if I had heard from Ottla.
If it were anyone else, I would have admiration for his guile. But I honestly don’t believe that father has the cunning for such a thing.
Because his belief in his narrow opinions is so absolute, I think that our words slide off him like melting snow.
And because this happens, he does not realize the destruction his own words cause.”They are just words,” he would say. “You can’t eat them, and they don’t keep you warm.”
Just words.
He asked me to say hello from him when I next write to her.

Then Came Each Actor Upon His Ass
And it was good.
So very good.
And each had food
Unto itself
And unto himself
The feedbag was full
The groaning board groaned
The drink was abundant
The water trough quenched
The wine barrel quenched
And it was good
And so the first day passed.

What sights indeed are these,
That turn all tunes into rhapsodies of joy,
And make the moon do gypsy dances
Through the night sky?
A sky of stars
That shower and shake and stream
Across the galaxies,
To cram unto the ends
Of the distant universe.
Grains of sand upon the shore
Need sensitive fingers,
And a lifetime of counting,
To fill this distant space where
The very numbers stand in awe.
Zeros with mouths agape
The Queen is set to address the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth on Sunday evening as the coronavirus pandemic continues to affect millions of lives around the world. When she speaks on Sunday evening, it will be only the fifth time that Her Majesty has made a televised address outside of her annual Christmas message.…
via The Queen’s National Addresses: Moments of History — Royal Central
Three violinists, two cellists, four pianists and a harpist play superbly to an empty hall. Classical music review by David Nice
Source: Czech Philharmonic Benefit Concert online – profound musicianship in sombre masked fundraiser

None of my students had even heard of ‘death masks’, let alone seen one. I invited them to
However, it’s possible this visit to Death elicited the following story from one of my students.
My student and her husband had purchased a new house. Cleaning and renovations eventually took them to the back loft area, which was piled high with decades of accumulated detritus from a long life.
Getting ladder and flashlight her husband climbed to see what it was.
It was the end of a number of knotted bed sheets.
Somehow she had acquired the chill
Of worldliness; I missed the thrill
Of eager radiance she had
When we were comrades, free and glad.
Some volatile and subtle trace
Of soul had vanished from her face,
Leaving the brilliancy that springs
From polished and enamelled things.
The beauty of the lamp still shone
With lustre, but the flame was gone.


