Kafka truly illustrates the way the environment oppresses the individual. He shows how the unconscious controls our lives.
quote by Manuel Puig
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The Oppressionist
There’s a man who oppresses
You can tell by the way he dresses
That he cleans up all of his messes
Whenever he oppresses
Prejudice is what he does
Against all mankind who isn’t like him
The same skin color or bite size
He’s the man who oppresses
And he never makes second guesses
About who he oppresses
They call him the oppressionist
The man who commits
Prejudice
That’s what he does to live
And there’s not one day that he won’t miss
Of being an oppressionist
He’ll yell at you if your hair’s not like his
He’ll persecute you if you aren’t perfect
For this oppressionist
Will disregard anyone who’s not like him
poem by Alex Fischer
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I Am At Home With Kafka
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I AM AT HOME WITH KAFKA
I am at home with Kafka -
I know his soul
I read it as mine own so many years ago-
His father as my father
And his face as my grandmother's,
Lean and white and long
With its own deep beautiful sadness-
Anxiety is mine-
And fear is mine-
And parable is mine-
And yet
His genius is his and not mine
He is Kafka
And I am only one of many readers-
I am at home with Kafka
I know his soul
But I am not Kafka-
Kafka is a genius of mankind
And I am a little man writing forgettable lines
Still alive
Many long years after the age
The holy genius went to his grave unrecognized.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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With Kafka.
Kafka would have liked
the way you said that.
You kept his books on
the shelf next to those
of Burroughs and Joyce.
You like the painting on
the book’s paper cover.
Paperbacks are cheap
and soon worn out,
Thornton used to say.
He liked hard covered
books, first editions if
he could afford. He said
Kafka was too morbid
for you. You need a lighter
read, he said, something
that doesn’t mess with
your female head. You
take down the Kafka and
read again where you read
before, the whole drama
unfolding, the printed words
bringing a different world,
and ghostly by the window
with steady stare, Franz Kafka
in silence just sitting there.
poem by Terry Collett
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Envious
Those who are envious,
Do not only hold that inside...
It is expressed openly,
In the environment in which they live.
This enviousness,
Often oppresses...
Those who are afflicted with this sickness.
And it is handed down through generations,
As if the display of it is a gift!
It should be quarantined,
The moment it is witnessed.
Addressed for what it is and dealt with!
Or it will decay any relationship,
That becomes exposed and associated to it!
Look around.
I am sure it's not difficult to see,
The evidence of it wherever it sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.
quote by George Orwell
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Where Demographics Are Marketed
I can not be a true racist.
There is nothing I possess,
That controls or influences...
Whose lives I affect.
I am not a controller of quotas.
Nor can I influence those who do.
And I know no one influencial...
Who hires and fires,
Or decides who should choose.
I can not be a true racist.
There is nothing I possess,
That controls or influences...
Whose lives I affect.
If I am connected to the media,
I certainly do not own it.
And nothing I write to publish in print...
Has my last word,
Where demographics are marketed.
Or whose mind will be convinced.
Wherever the message I convey is sent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The indestructible is one: it is each individual human being and, at the same time, it is common to all, hence the incomparably indivisible union that exists between human beings.
quote by Franz Kafka
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While democracy must have its organizations and controls, its vital breath is individual liberty.
quote by Charles Evans Hughes
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While democracy must have its organization and controls, its vital breath is individual liberty.
quote by Charles Evans Hughes
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Every Life Form
Every life form that lives on this Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say
Each life form is there for some purpose whatever that purpose may be
For the worth of each individual species ask one with more knowledge of Nature than me
In a World of over six billion people the pressure on Nature's life forms is great
Pollution and destruction of habitat of many life forms have sealed the fate
Removal of trees for development, pollution of air, sea and land
It surely is at our own peril if Nature we don't try to understand
For human pollution of the environment the price for us all huge to pay
More water-ways are being polluted more trees are removed every day
When we disrespect our natural environment disrespect for ourselves we do show
With a huge rise in carbon emissions so little of Nature we know
Every life form that lives on the Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Kafkaesque
After a lifetime
of describing
things as Kafkaesque
I finally read Kafka
and discovered
he's not Kafkaesque a bit!
he's a lot more like Kafka
in fact
to my untrained eye
than his Esque
would suggest
or seem to imply.
poem by Frank Bana
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Environmental Cause
People gather, to help the earth, all to preserve the planet's worth,
Seeking to preserve earth's value, for all it means to me and you,
They focus on the environment, with a message they won't relent,
The planet must be saved by us, with no mention of Christ Jesus.
Jesus Christ, The Creator of all, is not acknowledged in their call,
Their call to people everywhere, to give the earth the utmost care,
Dismissing that God is in control, of this earth, watching over all,
Even all who believe in heart, in saving earth, they must be a part.
Saving earth is man's cause, though admirable, he should pause,
Seeing who created the planet, He, who controls the environment,
Reflecting on the scope of all; beside God's our efforts are small,
God, Who set the earth in place, sustaining all, through His Grace.
God today, still has His hands, upon all of the seas and the lands,
The Lord God, Who created all, today is watching over every soul,
He, Who sits above every nation, controls the planet's destination,
He alone knows all earth's whys, as men on earth can just surmise.
All changes that are to come, will be instituted by God's own Son,
He who now sustaining all things, Lord of lords and King of kings;
All men will see great devastation, described by Him in Revelation,
And one day The Lord God will birth, a new Heaven and new earth.
A moment's thought shows that man's feeling of isolation has no foundation, biologically or sociologically. We grow out of the Universe, we are an expression of it. The iron in our blood comes from the high temperature fusion of stars. We constantly interact with our environment. The force of gravity keeps our feet upon the earth and has a vital effect upon our metabolism. The air we breathe comes form the seas and the leaves, and the sun allows the process to take place. Society gives us all that makes us human our culture, our symbols, our concepts and our values. Without society, the notion of the individual would have no meaning.
quote by Paul Ingram
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A poem for Kafka
My elder brother Lalith.P
Who taught me to read and write
And lot of things about fading life.
He's a humble Encyclopedia.
We drink together as friends
When our holey pocket bit sounds
And we had a common sickness
Allergy for money but not alcohol
Villagers amazed of our Brotherhood!
He who introduced me Kafka.
'You should read his The Trial, The Castle
Amerika, The Metamorphosis and the penal Colony.
Most of his unfinished novels published Posthumously.
And He's a German speaking-Jew.'
My brother was really mad of Kafka.
I read few lines of Isaac Bashevis Singer's short story recently
'A friend of Kafka.'
And I write this brief poem underneath for him;
'I am sorry Kafka and still I couldn't touch
One of your golden books
But my inner feeling speaks
You're great among others.'
As I always respect of my Corsican brother's word!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Individual societies begin in harmonious adaptation to the environment and, like individuals, quickly get trapped into nonadaptive, artificial, repetitive sequences. When the individual's behavior and consciousness get hooked to a routine sequence of external actions, he is a dead robot, and it is time for him to die and be reborn. Time to "drop out," "turn on," and "tune in." This period of robotization is called the Kali Yuga, the Age of Strife and Empire...
quote by Timothy Leary
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On the basis of biological, sociological, and historical knowledge, we should recognize that the individual self is subject to death or decay, but the sum total of individual achievement, for better or worse, lives on in the immortality of The Larger.
It is futile for an artist to try to create an environment because you have an environment around you all the time. Any living organism has an environment.
quote by Carl Andre
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You are a product of your environment. So choose the environment that will best develop you toward your objective. Analyze your life in terms of its environment. Are the things around you helping you toward success - or are they holding you back?
quote by Clement Stone
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Emily Dickinson Is Not Borges
EMILY DICKINSON IS NOT BORGES
Emily Dickinson is not Borges
And Borges is not Kafka
And Kafka is not Dickens
And no one is Shakespeare-
Each one is only one self
Except for those who are many selves
And those who are many selves
Do not know
Who they themselves are-
Lear is not Falstaff
And Falstaff is not Hamlet
And Hamlet is not Shakespeare
And Shakespeare is not Donne-
No one is anyone but themselves
And even those who are really ‘someone'
Are not all the others who also are-
And we who are nothing at all?
What are we?
We are not nothing at all.
We are not great
And no one will remember our names
But we are still here now
Reading Borges and Dickenson and Kafka and Shakespeare
And wondering how and why
There are those in a world of their own
With names of their own
They themselves will never completely know.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is No Such Thing As An Individual
She looked at me
and asked.
'What is your answer? '
I was startled
and caught up short.
Simple question.
But I did not know
what the answer was.
'Who am I'?
I blurted out
vying for time;
I gave her my name
narrowing it to the millions
of Jim Jones in the world.
But am I my name?
She said
What else.?
'I am Hedi's Father
and Lisa's husband'
but before this response rolled away
into silence
I knew it wasn't enough.
So who else?
'I like hockey' I said
and knew even this
fell short.
How do I single out
the Me among millions?
What could I say
without out offering
fingerprints or DNA?
What would you say?
Maybe I should have given her
an address.
Only I live there.
But my address
is not my essence.
So who
in fact
is the I-
the me,
that I see-
as individual
and precious?
I really didn't
at that point
have an answer.
What about achievements?
.
How many individuals have
my job
and my name?
Fewer still.
This at least narrows it.
But then
the thought came;
I am not an individual.
I am the Me that
has a family and a history
a genealogy;
only me
has that.
I am not an individual
but a person
who can be identified
in the web of relationships
which surround me;
have surrounded me;
which in the end
have defined me.
I am not an individual.
I am all the people who
have influenced me-
nurtured me been kind to me or hurtful.
So there is then
this myth of the individual
which is not so.
But if this is not true
is it not so that much
of society and indeed Democracy itself
is premised
on the creating the conditions
for individual expression;
individual growth?
Is this premise correct
and the individual lives;
or is it that more real
is society and social relationships.?
So which is which?
But then again, one cannot touch society.
Confusing no?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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