RE: Scaling K2, not the highest peak

i find his knife very sharp in the diaries, letters
and journals, and turned toward himself.

kafka was a praguer (as was rilke). though in his
last year, he did finally escape the claws of mother
prague and, with his lovely dora, get to berlin. but
too late. sad and heartbreaking, kafka's life.

kim

Kim, a sharp knife would end his wonderful exuberant life too too quickly.
Imagine the Kafka-n glee at the thought of braded flesh sloughing off at
each hack of the butter knife. And yet he remained alive. The worm
Ourobouros eating his own head in small properly masticated bites.
Daniel
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Received on Wed Mar 26 12:53:07 2003