a twist on inaccessibility...

a page from Kafka’s ms

The Trial

from The Kafka Project


My own poem, a misprision, based on Kafka’s writings, was published a few years back in Urban Spaghetti.


       Franz Kafka

As someone said to me—and I can’t
remember now who it was—it is
remarkable that when you wake
up in the morning you nearly
always find everything in
exactly the same place
as the evening before

Logic is doubtless
unshakable but
it cannot with
stand a man
who wants
to go on


has been
telling lies
about me Who
could have done
such a thing All the
words I leave behind me
are to be burned unread
I lack an ear or an upper lip
here a rib there a finger—these
would not be adequate counter to
my inner perfections There will be
time for sorrow when I’m not writing


Collin said...

Oh, I really like this, Sam. Good stuff.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks, Collin, I appreciate that.

Anonymous said...

I love your poem Sam, especially the second part where the words really rev up in perfect harmony with the form...well done.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks for reading - and I appreciate your comment, Melissa.