Kafka. translation can make many differences...and his work is marked by this. this brings about many interpretations. and most of them not "fun"--but what i'll put here is just for fun:
based on "Conversation with a Worshiper"
man 1: "finally you've been caught,
and I can see you've worn your
best this time,
and when you flog yourself all
over the church floor.
everyone tries not to look
at your obvious attempt
to needle us,
to spurn us into action,
to burn the floor with our own
and I have you by the lapels now.
and I have a mind to kill you."
yes, you have me and do what
you want to know why I gesticulate
and everywhere I lie
I make grand motions and movements.
I even look straight in their eyes
to see some bend of a ray.
a glimmer of changing hue.
one dip and drop of recognition.
I do all of this.
Please let go of my lapels.
I do all of this to see if I am alive.
Because if no one watches,
Then I must not exist, must I?
And by your very hatred of me,
And the way your face is now
drawing down like a licorice cord
ripped down the middle...
I've accomplished a respite from
the church floor.
Your reaction alone,
could last me more than 3 days...
so I thank you. God bless.
from "Conversation with a Drunk"
man: Your hygiene is disgusting and
the way you hide in doorways at
Night, and roll around on the
narrow sidewalk in the day...
It's a disgrace to see you and your
Drunken Self make and part ways
of ordinary people.
I have reason to believe that you
are responsible for Mr. Burden's death!
At the very least, Mrs. Wearps' cow
now taken ill!
drunk: I'm sorry I do smell foul, and that
I must seek shelter in warmth in
public scenes. As for the Day, I am
regularly pissed upon. kicked and
always spat upon. So you see that part
of my filth comes from the town itself...
And I must say that I've heard you
repeating over and over the individual's
right to Be an individual in thought.
And thoughts are what you are most
interested. invested. inherently tested
By. but it's the action you're taking this
the action of pulling me into the gutter.
the action that says your compassion
matches my love for the bottle.
so if you'll excuse me,
I'll see you on the sidewalk in the