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kafkasapartment:

A page with handwritten annotations by Vladimir Nabokov in his personal copy of Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis.Translated by A. L. LloydNew York: Vanguard Press, 1946. The following is an excerpt from Nabokov’s lecture on “The Metamorphosis.” I like Nabokov, probably better than Kafka, but he was a "big baby" in many ways and that comes through in his almost idolatrous analysis of The Metamorphosis. Along with some wonderful insights.

Of course, no matter how keenly, how admirably, a story, a piece of music, a picture is discussed and analyzed, there will be minds that remain blank and spines that remain unkindled. “To take upon us the mystery of things”—what King Lear so wistfully says for himself and for Cordelia—this is also my suggestion for everyone who takes art seriously. A poor man is robbed of his overcoat (Gogol’s “The Greatcoat,” or more correctly “The Carrick”); another poor fellow is turned into a beetle (Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis)—so what? There is no rational answer to “so what.” We can take the story apart, we can find out how the bits fit, how one part of the pattern responds to the other; but you have to have in you some cell, some gene, some germ that will vibrate in answer to sensations that you can neither define, nor dismiss. Beauty plus pity—that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.

kafkasapartment:

A page with handwritten annotations by Vladimir Nabokov in his personal copy of Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis.Translated by A. L. Lloyd
New York: Vanguard Press, 1946. The following is an excerpt from Nabokov’s lecture on “The Metamorphosis.” I like Nabokov, probably better than Kafka, but he was a "big baby" in many ways and that comes through in his almost idolatrous analysis of The Metamorphosis. Along with some wonderful insights.

Of course, no matter how keenly, how admirably, a story, a piece of music, a picture is discussed and analyzed, there will be minds that remain blank and spines that remain unkindled. “To take upon us the mystery of things”—what King Lear so wistfully says for himself and for Cordelia—this is also my suggestion for everyone who takes art seriously. A poor man is robbed of his overcoat (Gogol’s “The Greatcoat,” or more correctly “The Carrick”); another poor fellow is turned into a beetle (Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis)—so what? There is no rational answer to “so what.” We can take the story apart, we can find out how the bits fit, how one part of the pattern responds to the other; but you have to have in you some cell, some gene, some germ that will vibrate in answer to sensations that you can neither define, nor dismiss. Beauty plus pity—that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.

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arpeggia:

Anish Kapoor - Shooting Into the Corner, 2008-2009

See more Anish Kapoor posts here.

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cdoh said: Where is Aus will you be chilling and book-writing?! My fingers are crossed that you're heading to Melbourne - or even better, St Kilda! x

amandapalmer:

i’m going to be staked out in melbourne for all of february…hiding in plain sight in collingwood. i am trying to write (and think and read and edit) for 6-7 hours a day with occasional breaks for coffee, food, yoga, walks in the botanical garden, wine, flossing and sleep.
if you see me on smith street, just hug me and tell me it will all be okay.

I’ll be online occasionally especially to blog and read blog comments - I want to ask a lot of *questions* especially of people who are working artists, failed working artists, near-miss-couldn’t-try-to-make-it artists, street hustlers, strippers, bankers, critics, mothers, children, and … humans, basically. i’ll tumbl-link all the blogs.

Looking on oneself as something alien, forgetting the sight, remembering the gaze.

Franz Kafka, Notebooks December 9, 1917  (via kafkaesque-world)

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buzzfeed:

The former South African president died today at age 95. Remember him through his uplifting and revolutionary words.

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buzzfeed:

Take a trip.