Sunday’s soapbox is yours to use as you will – within the bounds of decency and absence of defamation. You’re welcome to look back or forward, discuss issues of the moment, to pontificate, ponder or point us to something of interest, to educate, elucidate or entertain, amuse, bemuse or simply muse, but not abuse. 14 more words
Franz Kafka’s An Old Manuscript is a short prose-piece. No Page 50 then.
Kafka is less interested in any panorama. He often, very often, takes just one of the many ‘basics’ of living within a society (or less frequently from the existence of a solitary creature) and he shakes it about a bit. 261 more words
(Heading above – Kafka’s original German grammar altered.)
A short prose-piece with no Page 50.
‘Our singer is called Josephine.’ She is the only one. We cannot anymore, even when we try to shake off the cares of daily life, ‘rise to anything so high and remote from our usual routine as music.’ When she dies, music – who can say for how long – will vanish from our lives. 238 more words