“To press down with one’s own hand whatever ghost of life is left . . . Yours faithfully” — a little more found poetry from Kafka’s diaries, with gratitude to Seth Rogoff and of course Ross Benjamin, whose translations of the diaries provide the source for these poems.
A few excerpts below, peppered with photos from Transylvania, where I am currently wandering . . .
[Music in video below is “Rien à me foutre en l'air” by Claire Denamur feat. Emmanuel Da Silva]
Collage with writing on the wall of Brasov fortress and myself looking into grandmother’s mirror as fascisms old and new surge throughout the world.
Window with flowers in Brasov.
The monumental balls on the king’s horse in the Bucharest plaza
A Bucharest linden
Window wearing a black dress in Sibiu
Cartyatid in Sibiu