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What was Kafka thinking? Felice Bauer- blonde, in a homely sort of way- couldn't think of him the same way after. He'd asked her that question (hidden behind his obsession with his own self-hatred, his surety that she hated him too). Could you- might you- do you think you'd be able to bear it- M a r r y i n g m e? History tells us they didn't tie the knot. Kafka, probably, didn't mind a lot. Franz Kafka: that hopeless man, couldn't look in the mirror without shying from his own reflection. Kafka, who'd balk at the slightest hint of romantic attention. More story than man, really. Had more eloquence in his smallest finger than ever came out of his mouth. No wonder Felice had her doubts.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
on Kafka and love
Aku ingat awalnya Mimpi itu aku simpan Mimpi itu aku timbun Aku tidak berasumsi Aku tidak berekspektasi Tapi kau datang Di malam yang tidak kusangka Mencari celah untuk masuk Mencari cara untuk dekat Ya, kamu waktu itu Saat awal mula tahun ini Secepat angin ku ada di pelukmu Ku terbaring di kasur Ku merasa hangatmu Ku ada di sisimu Ku memilikimu Mungkin memang benar, kata Kafka waktu itu "He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found." Memang mungkin, tak perlu susah payah tak perlu menunggu apalagi mencari Karena bila takdir Ia akan datang sendiri
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
Mencari & Menemukan
Franz Kafka once said, "You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart." I'll have to agree I love in silence Or through words In lines of poetry Confused about whether or not I can ever stop loving you truly I can't. I don't really sing But I'll sing you songs with my acoustic Wearing a flannel, sleeves rolled up It's a universally attractive thing I guess it's fair to say I'm confused and quiet Yet understanding and willing to start a riot... Just for you.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
Confused and quiet
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!! I see you going away from the coffee table, I only remember your back. I forget your face. I only have memories of that moving away. You said you love the Rain, but you opened your Umbrella. You said you love the wind, but you closed the Windows. You said you love the Sun, but you ran for Shade. As the same way, when you say you love me, I am only afraid.
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 2:07 AM UTC
Writer once become a poet