For the past few days I've been reading the diaries of Franz Kafka. I'd heard so much about his diaries in the past, and I'd always intended on getting around to reading them. When I found a link to English translations this last weekend I decided to finally dig in.
After having only read The Metamorphosis and In The Penal Colony I must say I wasn't quite prepared for this. The diaries are written in a very elusive way: these half-fragments and broken thoughts. Yet, there is something strangely fulfilled and well-executed throughout his seemingly incomplete threads, as if the fragmentary nature of them holds the writing together in a tentatively self-sustaining manner.
I’ll post a link later when I’m not feeling so lazy, and actually have the will to search for it. Until then, here’s a cool music video of Hugh Cornwell’s Another Kind of Love directed by Jan Svankmajer.