"Today I escaped from anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions-not outside" --- Marcus Aurelius
What Franz Kafka had to be so clear and simple about was that nothing is clear and simple. On his death bed he said of a vase of flowers that they were like him: simultaneously alive and dead. All demarcations are shimmeringly blurred. Some powerful sets of opposites absolutely do not, as Heraclitus said, cooperate. They fight. They tip over the balance of every certainty. We can, Kafka said, easily believe any truth and its negative at the same time.
Guy Davenport, from Kafka and Existentialism c. 1996
Guy Davenport, from Kafka and Existentialism c. 1996
This is not the stuff that dreams are made of. Each second here is another education in the art of destruction. The wonder, of hate. There's no heart left here. Only eyes that lie on people that charge through the day. Trying to remember it all began, is not good. All that matters is how it affects you, and the people you care about. That's the real world. You see? How easy is this? Too easy. To stop. They say when a ship sinks the rats float to the top. Some people look forward to that time.
16 Years of Alcohol, Richard Jobson, 2003
16 Years of Alcohol, Richard Jobson, 2003