Thus there are butterflies in Kafka, too with the name of the worshiper their fullness is crammed into the fullness of the world like the totem poles of primitive peoples, the world of the ancestors took him down to the animals he must really have known it all along just as K. engraves curlicues on the backs of guilty men forces Kafka to move cosmic ages in his writing convert poetry into doctrine in the face of reason so faithfully
(Found poem taken from Walter Benjamin’s essay on Kafka in Illuminations)
Please keep writing.
Tell us more.
I have been able to find the first line of this poem in Illuminations. But
the whole poem–whose is it? Could you tell me more about it.
I made the poem from lines in Benjamin’s essay. I was inspired by the already poetic nature of his writing on Kafka and wanted to condense it in a
poem
Thank you very much