Allow me, For Kafka

I didn't know he did really metamorphose into a cockroach. Anyway, it's so like him. and what do the critics say anyway? The roach was a symbolism of Kafka's kept emotions to his father. Whether they were of resentments or what, it's only him (Franz), and HIM, of course, who knows dearly. That is my view, ok? Others say it's about the attitude. That one shouldn't work hard for others, making his own happiness utterly at stake, as of a bug, while the others just lie waiting for the clean sheet. Oh, cockroachy... so you also feel happy. While Nabokov, in his lecture on Kafka's "The Metamorphosis", mentioned about Freudian postulates saying, "The bug, (postulates say), aptly characterizes his sense of worthlessness before his (Franz's) father."


I, myself, am not a certified literary critic. So i definitely can't say anything authentic regarding Kafka's story. I did submit an analysis regarding this for a requirement. But it must be in the trash already. Anyway, we're on postmodern. Then i guess i have my share of freedom of speech...or critical analysis. (Now, I hope the bell has saved me.)

But if you may allow a simpleton to speak, writers belong to sensitive people who tend to find an outlet for their overflowing emotions. They have the kind of lives you never thought to have existed. And from it sprouted emotions that are freakish and sometimes even inevitable. Some, psychedelic. Now, unfortunately, it was the blank sheet of paper and the pus from the pen that served them the outlet. The least ersatz for their mute mouths and dry eyes. Although it's never assured that every piece of writing is a piece of their eerie life, it's sure that in it is a shard of their painful or happy experience. And to every piece of paper is a catharsis.

The nitwit has spoken. And now it's Multiply's fault for allowing it. Or maybe the internet cafe. And yours for reading it's catharsis.