nostalgia as the form of resistance
can you regret of doing right things?
This week I read Philip Roth’s Everyman, Thomas Bernhard’s Concrete and Hermann Hesse’s Klingsor’s Last Summer. At first, my attempt to read these three novellas was arbitrary but then it was nice to see some common points and themes that revolve around life, old age, and the power of memory. Roth’s everyman was dealing with old age and sickness as like in Bernhard’s Concrete, Rudolf was trying to live with his procrastination and sickness. The both shows how the mind is an unstoppable tormentor while the body could be a no exit alcatraz at the same time. Even tough the lonelliness of the two men are different yet the way they extinct resemble each other, they live life heavily centered inside themselves.
I would put Hesse’s Klingsor a part yet he also has to deal the fact that life is mortal. Hesse’s character is a lover of poetry, a heavy drinker and a womanizer. As he spends his final summer in southern Switzerland torn between sensuality and spirituality and troubled by feelings of impending death, Hesse’s litererary style makes death a magical journey.
it will happen when it will be happening.
hLomVe hLomVe sweet hLomVe.
love is a sweet home.
and then we have Philip Roth’s Marcus Messner as a wannabe-bee in Indignation.
Kafka’s Samsa founds himself as a giant insect as he awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, but Svevo’s Samigli finds himself as himself every morning after he awakes from his so much better-than-his-own-life dreams. Are his dreams different than his friend’s perfect hoax?
Sometimes, maybe there is need to humanize sparrows in order to avoid dehumanizing yourself.
honesty is slightly about telling where you were, what you did, or whom you were with. It’s telling others how you feel when you where there, doing that, with those people.
it’s easy to be brutally honest to other people, if you can only be brutally honest to yourself.
although, I didn’t name my desires, I didn’t neglect them, nor I burried them into a dark secret hole to pretend that they have nothing to do with me. instead, I let them become a hungry call inside of me to complete my presence with the emptiness of their unfulfilled remnants.
along the way, I learned how to get help from other people; even though they were not willing to help or when they didn’t know that they were helping me.
