Denise Levertov, From This Great Unknowning: Last Poems; “Feet”

the urge to ignore your assigned summer readings in favour of starting yet another Dostoevsky book that will ruin your life

imagine if every chapter in a real book ended with an author's note

“You keep waiting for the moral of your life to become obvious, but it never does. Work, work, work: No moral. No plot. No eureka! Just production schedules and days. You might as well be living inside a photocopier.”

— Douglas Coupland, Player One

prince myshkin every time he meets someone, for some reason

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken

— October 16, 1921 / Franz Kafka diaries