Thread of Max Brod Hate

Imagine yourself magic?

I would say we should start a poll but honestly it would just turn me into a simmering ball of distracted rage

imo it was a dick move of Kafka to have asked this of his friend

PLAY WITH EVERYTHING

irl lolz

there's certainly an aspect to this that is akin to having amazing, mindblowing sex with the corpse of the person who kept telling you "no" while they were alive and wearing provocative clothing

― I loves you, PORGI (DJP), Friday, November 9, 2012 4:06 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

brb, jackin'

― Inconceivable (to the entire world) (underrated aerosmith bootlegs I have owned), Friday, November 9, 2012 4:06 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

imo it was a dick move of Kafka to have asked this of his friend

― flopson, Friday, November 9, 2012 5:22 PM (12 seconds ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

he had TB at the time tho

y'all Brod defenders know that the work Kafka left behind was unfinished, right?

Not just in not burning the work but in editing and ordering the chapters in several works, Brod is eventually a posthumous (and unathorized) collaborator with Kafka.

he had TB at the time tho

i think its only right that anything said under the influence of TB should be legally invalid

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/0d/Mike_oldfield_tubular_bells_album_cover.jpg

The FK short stories are where it's at anyway.

^^^^^^^^^

"when I die, go to my basement and into the laundry room; you will find a hidden compartment behind the dryer. there you will find what I have been working on for the last five years but which I fear may not be finished before I die: the only existing pair of penis pants in the world. burn them."

you are a fucking hero

yeah that's not really...true at all? at least no more so than "a thief stole something and then bought something with his proceeds so if I participate in the economy in any way the ripples from the thief wash up upon mine briny shore" or something

rly? what if, i dunno (the counterfactuals are hard to come up with, cuz they didn't happen), socrates wanted his ideas to die with him and plato said 'alright man'? a lack of kafka can't have the kind of game-changing influence that would have but it would still be a different world in some notable sense. (it doesn't make it good, just true.)

Aero, what about already-published works which the creator disavows and wishes to be superseded by later editions. Am I acting unethically in listening only to Schumann's first published edition of Davidsbundlertanze and not his own preferred later boring edition?

no one mention George Lucas

your wish is my command

your wish is my command-Z

Aero, what about already-published works which the creator disavows and wishes to be superseded by later editions. Am I acting unethically in listening only to Schumann's first published edition of Davidsbundlertanze and not his own preferred later boring edition?

imo if you published it you gotta live w/the consequences. if you didn't publish it and left no instructions then you gotta expect people to get all vulture. if you specifically left instructions for anything you didn't get around to burning to be burnt and some asshole edits & publishes it then that dude's body should be placed in a latrine forever.

brb, wizzing on brod

so max brod is a flatterer then?

Max Brod is resurrected as a golem, comes from the past to burn Lucas' later works - sufficent for rehabilitating his reputation?

Max Brod can exonerate himself by destroying anybody else's art, yes, doesn't really matter whose as long as he gets it all

Maximum Brod

why are we not making more brod = bread puns itt?

(or am i remembering my german wrong)

From that piece:

According to the Israeli daily Ha’aretz, the banks have already yielded “a huge amount” of original Kafka material, including notebooks and the manuscript of a previously published short story.

Something to look forward to.

Max Brod can exonerate himself by destroying anybody else's art, yes, doesn't really matter whose as long as he gets it all

that would be some end-times-meets-Pokemon shit

Something to look forward to for me to poop on.

we'll all realise what the deal is when it turns out that among kafka's still unpublished works are the lyrics to 'love in an elevator'.

the elevator is a metaphor for father-hatred

is it true that during his lifetime l0u|s j4gg3r burned an estimated 90% of his posts and after his SB at 52, a post was discovered on de subjectivisten, addressed to his friend whiney g winegarten...?

love in an elevator
my father is also in the elevator

inscribed on St3ph3n Tyl3r's walking stick: i surmount everything
on my walking stick: everything surmounts me

there is no escape from the elevator, for the elevator is all of us

there are some sweet unreleased takes of "love in an elevator" iirc. joey kramer wanted to destroy them but thank god he didn't.

there is hope, plenty of hope, an infinite amount of hope, but not for those of us in the elevator, which is all of us, forced to love our hateful fathers

BEFORE THE ELEVATOR stands a doorkeeper on guard. To this doorkeeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Elevator. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. "It is possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not at the moment." Since the elevator door stands open, as usual, and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man stoops to peer through the entrance into the interior of the elevator. Observing that, the doorkeeper laughs and says: "If you are so drawn to it, just try to go in despite my veto. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the least of the doorkeepers. From floor to floor there is one doorkeeper after another, each more powerful than the last. The third doorkeeper is already so terrible that even I cannot bear to look at him." These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Elevator, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times and to everyone, but as he now takes a closer look at the doorkeeper in his fur coat, with his big sharp nose and long, thin, black Tartar beard, he decides that it is better to wait until he gets permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at one side of the door. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be admitted, and wearies the doorkeeper by his importunity. The doorkeeper frequently has little interviews with him, asking him questions about his home and many other things, but the questions are put indifferently, as great lords put them, and always finish with the statement that he cannot be let in yet. The man, who has furnished himself with many things for his journey, sacrifices all he has, however valuable, to bribe the doorkeeper. The doorkeeper accepts everything, but always with the remark: "I am only taking it to keep you from thinking you have omitted anything." During these many years the man fixes his attention almost continuously on the doorkeeper. He forgets the other doorkeepers, and this first one seems to him the sole obstacle preventing access to the Elevator. He curses his bad luck, in his early years boldly and loudly; later, as he grows old, he only grumbles to himself. He becomes childish, and since in his yearlong contemplation of the doorkeeper he has come to know even the fleas in his fur collar, he begs the fleas as well to help him and to change the doorkeeper's mind. At length his eyesight begins to fail, and he does not know whether the world is really darker or whether his eyes are only deceiving him. Yet in his darkness, he is now aware of a radiance that streams inextinguishably from the entrance of the Elevator. Now he has not very long to live. Before he dies, all his experiences in these long years gather themselves in his head to one point, a question he has not yet asked the doorkeeper. He waves him nearer, since he can no longer raise his stiffening body. The doorkeeper has to bend low towards him, for the difference in height between them has altered much to the man's disadvantage. "What do you want to know now?" asks the doorkeeper; "you are insatiable." "Everyone strives to reach the Elevator," says the man, "so how does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has ever begged for admittance?" The doorkeeper recognizes that the man has reached his end, and to let his failing senses catch the words, roars in his ear: "No one else could ever be admitted here, since this door was made only for you. I am now going to shut it."

So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of Venus
That one day transformed into a cockroach
Well imagine my surprise

dying

in a painful yet totally earned way because i am a worthless speck on an indifferent msg board

my father is the elevator table

"Alas," said the mouse, "the whole elevator 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 I saw the elevator's walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am at the end of the elevator already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into."

"Talk about things and nobody cares," said Steven Tyler, and ate it up.

DJP flawless victory

taking nothing away from strongo's and underparsed-ideograms-i-can't-pronounce's posts

Is it true Aerosmith had a bootleg called LISTEN TO THIS BROD?

lmao

Oh no I'm thinking of Big Maxxed Woman

ok well I'm not gonna learn photoshop in time to do it or maybe ever but maybe some of yall ok thanks

http://static.rateyourmusic.com/album_images/17768118725feee5fa623ec55155dc02/522783.jpg

any art posted from rateyourmusic.com just shows up as a single pixel to me, not sure if it works for anyone else

it's like the anti-Brod is their webmaster