Franz Kafka – Diaries (Edited by Max Brod) – 1948 (1988) [Anthony Russo]

The Departure

I ordered my horse to be brought from the stables.  The servant did not understand my orders.  So I went to the stables myself, saddled my horse, and mounted.  In the distance I heard the sound of a trumpet, and I asked the servant what it meant.  He knew nothing and had heard nothing.  At the gate he stopped me and asked:  “Where is the master going?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “just out of here, just out of here.
Out of here, nothing else, it’s the only way I can reach my goal.”

“So you know your goal?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “I’ve just told you.  Out of here – that’s my goal.”


A Little Fable

“Alas,” said the mouse, “the world is growing smaller every day.  At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when at last I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into.”

“You only need to change your direction,” said the cat, and at it up.


The Trees

For we are like tree trunks in the snow.  In appearance they lie sleekly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling.

No, it can’t be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground.

But see, even that is only appearance.


Shyness, modesty, timidity are accounted noble and good
because they offer little resistance to other people’s aggressive impulses.


(Above excerpts from “Franz Kafka – The Complete Stories”, Edited by Nahum N. Glazer, Translated by Willa and Edwin Muir, Schocken Books, New York, 1971.)

Arrival and Departure, by Arthur Koestler – 1943 [Wood]

What, after all, was courage?
A matter of glands, nerves; patterns of reaction conditioned by
heredity and early experiences. 
A drop of iodine less in the thyroid,
a sadistic governess or over-affectionate aunt,
a slight variation in the electrical resistance
of the medullary ganglions,
and the hero became a coward;
a patriot a traitor.
Touched with the magic rod of cause and effect,
the reactions of men were emptied of their so-called moral contents
as a Leyden jar is discharged by the touch of a conductor.

arrival-and-departure-arthur-koestler-1943-woods-4_edited-7‘Why do they look at me that way?’

‘They don’t look.  It’s only your imagination.’
‘They ask themselves:  What is he doing here?
Why does he not go where he belongs?’
‘But you belong nowhere, you fool.’

‘How can one live, belonging nowhere?’

‘You belong to yourself.  That is the gift I made you.’

‘I don’t want it.  Your gift is out of season.’

‘Then what do you want?’

‘Not to be ashamed of myself.’

‘What are you ashamed of?’

‘Of walking through the parks while others
get drowned or burned alive;
of belonging to myself while everybody belongs to something else.’

‘Do you still believe in their big words and little flags?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Are you not glad that I opened your eyes?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘What were your beliefs?’


‘Your search of fraternity?’

‘A wild goose chase.’

‘Your courage?’


‘Your loyalty?’


‘Why then do you want to start again?’

‘Why, indeed?  That should be your job to explain.’

But that precisely was the point which Sonia could not explain,
for apparently it was placed on a plane beyond her reasoning,
and perhaps beyond reason altogether.

arrival-and-departure-arthur-koestler-1943-woods-3_edited-4Don’t be a fool, said Sonia’s voice.

This is the ark and behind you is the flood.

That land is doomed and it will rain on it

forty nights and forty days.

Who has ever heard of an inmate of the ark

jumping overboard to walk back into the rising flood?

But why not, Sonia?  There is something missing in that story.

There should have been at least one

who ran back into the rain,

to perish with those who had no planks under their feet…

Go on, said Sonia’s voice.

Go on, what happened to that fool after he went back?

The Lord who saw into that man’s heart became ashamed of himself;

and he reached out with his hand to keep that man dry in the rain…

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Do you mean,” Peter stuttered,
“that you have done what you did – just as a sport?”

The other shrugged. 
His attention was focused on the task of drinking from the glass
without spilling any of its contents.
“Don’t you think,” he said at last,
“that it is rather a boring game,
trying to find out one’s reasons for doing something?”

Complete Poetic Works of Khayyim Nahkman Bialik, Edited by Israel Efros – 1948 [Lionel S. Reiss]

Bialik, Hayyim Nahman - Lionel S Reiss 000Chaim Nahman Bialik (Khayyim Nakhman Bialik)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 009 (To a Bird)To A Bird (9)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 014 (On My Return)On My Return (14)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 029 (On the Threshold of the House of Prayer)On the Threshold of the House of Prayer (29)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 034 (The Talmud Student)The Talmud Student (34)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 056 (The Talmud Student)The Talmud Student (56)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 057 (Through Clouds Of...)Through Clouds of Fire (57)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 067 (The Last Dead of the Desert)The Last Dead of the Desert (67)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 071 (Surely the People is Grass)Surely the People Is Grass (71)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 079 (Midnight Prayer)Midnight Prayer (79)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 097 (The Stars are Lit...)The Stars Are Lit… (97)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 099 (The Graveyard)The Graveyard (99)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 104 (The Dead of the Wilderness)The Dead of the Wilderness (104)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 119 (The Dead of the Wilderness)The Dead of the Wilderness (119)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 122 (Alone)Alone (122)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 126 (Tidings)Tidings (126)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 130 (The City of Slaughter)The City of Slaughter (130)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 143 (The City of Slaughter)The City of Slaughter (143)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 202 (The Pool)The Pool (202)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 210 (The Pool)The Pool (210)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 222 (On Your Unknown Path)On Your Unknown Path (222)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 223 (One Summer Evening)One Summer Evening (223)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 228 (Go Flee, O Prophet)Go Flee, O Prophet! (228)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 233 (The Dance of Despair)The Dance of Despair (233)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 239 (The Folk-Songs)His Folk-Songs (239)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 245 (Twixt Tigris and Euphrates)Twixt Tigris and Euphrates (245)

Bialik - Lionel S Reiss 262 (The Song of Work and Toil)The Song of Work and Toil (262)