Monday, November 26, 2012

Prague Children. Rainer Maria Rilke. Poet from a Crucible.

Prague as Crucible for the Arts
Victorian, Edwardian Prague and Rainer Maria Rilke

Does a place of birth matter; its location may be no more than where the mother was.  Or does a place of birth start rolling a ball of influences, affecting parents, the child, in ways that only later emerge in full.  Rainer Maria Rilke is a poet, born in Prague in 1875, whose parents' conflicts and choices for his education left him reeling.  A poet-mind, put in court-achievement-status settings, and the military.  See bio at

Rilke resurfaces today in an unlikely place:  The National Geographic, May 2012, where a traveler with supposedly terminal disease, travels nonetheless and so, keeps himself alive -- he recalls lines of Rilke, see issue at  These lines must be in the public domain:

 "Ah the ball that we dared, that we hurled into infinite space, doesn't it fill our hands differently with its return: heavier by the weight of where it has been." 
That, from Cheating Death, by Edward Raedicker-Henderson. Article begins at page 105.
 Today, post-Victorian, post-Edwardian, we would leave out the Ah. What substitutes in 2012, for that Ah?  Go back to Beowulf.  Hwaet! No, too authoritarian.  How about Ommmmm.  Better, but too esoteric.  How about silence and simple hands clasped with straight fingers mated up, to get attention.  Better. Do we need sound? Focus. What does it.

The thought that follows, is what is the feeling when the ball hurled out, does not come back.  Must the hurler yearn for it, in order for it to come back?  What of mere curiosity:  I hurled that entity, that ball of whatever, off on its own into infinite space, for reasons that made sense at the time, balanced values at the time, but what happened to it. There is a yearning. Victorian-Edwardian concepts live in modern lives. Poetry: its own non-language.

Prague.  What if the parents had not been so divided in Prague, the one heading for the glory places, the other into stolid, dependable officer-school for the child.  What if the child had come to fruition early and recognized. Or did the experience of being hurled, as a poetry-child, into the military, and rejected by mother, create the genius. Ask.

Hurling.  Field hockey in the air --  a Celtic, Irish sport -- brutal, demanding.  See  Is that the experience of, say, the idea, the child, the ball hurled out there that does not come back.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Disposition of Kafka Papers. Prague: Be a Contender

Prague: Why Not Intervene to Claim Kafka's Papers
Fetch! It Is Getting Late!

Update October 15, 2012.   
"Woman must relinquish Kafka papers, judge says."  NYT at A9.

See also

October 15, 2012.  Summary:  Israel's national library shall receive the documents written  by Franz Kafka and friend Max Brod. Mr. Brod's former secretary had possession, had sold some.  Mr. Brod had bequeathed them to her.  Her daughter, in turn after the mother's death, sought to retain.  Issue:  were the documents bequeathed in trust, or as gift.  Trust, so far.  Ms. Hoffe may appea.

Earlier overview: 

Kafka's papers, what remains, are the subject of heavy litigation in Israel. The relevant will apparently leaves open the possibility of the papers placed in a public archive not necessarily in Israel. As quoted in the NYT Mag at 37, Max Brod's will from 1961 (Max Brod as the friend of Kafka who received the papers) apparently provides that the papers are to be deposited
"with the library of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, the municipal library in Tel Aviv, or another public archive in Israel or abroad (emphasis added)."
Kafka is a Son of Prague. Prague. Is anybody home? Prague? Prague? Do it! Intervene! Prague - intervene to get the papers back. You have lawyers. The man is buried in your Jewish Quarter. There is a heritage to reclaim. Go! The unforgettable visuals -- in the Jewish Quarter -- the wall bug, and the empty suit - see Prague, Franz Kafka, Empty Suit, Giant Bug.

The point here is not only to educate people about Prague's Franz Kafka. It is to show that this life, manic in a way, interesting, sad, neurotic, magnetic, exciting, tragic, odd and should be part of Prague's heritage -- not in Jerusalem or Tel Aviv or Germany, for heaven's sake.

1. Who? Franz Kafka.

Franz Kafka: prodigious novelist, diarist, sketch writer, manuscript producer, and a vaguely-practicing Jew, was born in 1883 in Wossack, south of Prague, to a dry-goods merchant father and more well-to-do mother. He was well-educated in German schools, German being the cultured area language of the day. He wrote and wrote, destroyed most of his own work, died of TB in 1924. Some works remain, the subject of the Israeli litigation.

Details of his life are known, see rough summary at FN 1

2. Litigation story about the remnants of Kafka's work.

Find a fine review of events in the September 20, 2010, in the New York Times Magazine article: Kafka's Last Trial.

Basic issue: Who is executor of what, as to which will, and who is beneficiary of what? Rights flow from that determination.

3. The Beneficiary argument:

The sisters now claiming the papers as their private property. Are they beneficiaries or mere executors of a far earlier will, in which case the papers revert.

Although Kafka incinerated some 90% of his own writing, some 2/3 of what remained ended up in the Bodleian Library at Cambridge *; the last 1/3 of that 10% remnant of a total unknown (herein The Batch) stayed in his friend's possession, Max Brod. Max moved to Israel with it, and died in 1968.

The Batch then ostensibly passed to his secretary and amour-likely, Esther Hoffe. In 1988, she auctioned The Trial for two million. It ended up in Germany. Kafka's three sisters died in the death camps. Not a nice place for his papers. He is not even German himself.

Esther Hoffe died in 2007 in Israel, leaving The Batch to her daughters, Eva Hoffe and Ruth Weisler who escaped Prague in the Nazi era. They want the papers sold at their profit to Germany (Germany!) -- the German Archive in Marbach. What? Kafka's sisters were killed in the Shoah. His religious-orientation group, etc.... The papers they do not sell to Germany, they want kept in their Swiss (Zurich) and Israeli (Tel Aviv) bank vaults; and/or in Eva's apartment on Spinoza Street in Tel Aviv with her multiple multiple pi square root to the nth degree cats. Perhaps some 40-100 of the darlings.

Kafka as anyone's private property?? See details at the NYT Mag.

Apparently, Brod himself was thinking of depositing The Batch at the Hebrew University at Jerusalem. But he never followed up. Esther Hoffe herself had planned to deposit The Batch at Marbach, but she also never followed up. So now we have The Daughters. Or just Eva Hoffe.

Eva wants Kafka

Is Ruth out of it? She married and moved away, and it is Eva who has lived with her papers and cats for 40 years. Ruth is probably still in. Will of Max Brod: Stay tuned.

Prague: You can be a contender, see Marlon Brando, On the Waterfront, at ://

4. The Executor argument.

The National Library of Israel is crying foul. They say that the succession of possessors after Brod are executors of Brod's will, and that not beneficiaries; and want the complete will of Mr. Brod produced. Eva has produced a portion. Court action ongoing. If the Library prevails, the papers revert to Brod's estate. His will, they say, says the papers to to the Library, or its equivalent:

Tel Aviv is not interested, but that leaves not just the Hebrew University -- but another public archive abroad and not necessarily in Israel as A Contender.

Papers to Prague, says this corner of the world. Prague has a claim to the Kafka papers.


FN 1 Prague: Franz Kafka moved to Prague at 18, began clerical jobs and sporadic writing. At University, studying law (after other areas did not interest him) he formed a close friendship with Max Brod - who figures mightily in the later tale of Kafka's papers.

Kafka had a regular career life, nothing spectacular. He went into business pursuits, and a family business for a while. Brod encouraged him to publish some works, which Kafka did in 1918 or so.

His frequent and varied escapades with the ladies are a puzzle for another time. Poor lasses: had to be either nice or not, and twain could not meet. A lifetime doing the nasty, as one biography site puts it? Not him, see :// Attraction, repulsion for what he was doing, neurotic perhaps, adequacy, inadequacy, all that. Poor Kafka. Lucky ladies for not marrying that one. Then along came Felice, to whom he wrote letters (sold for a pittance in the 1950's), Gerti and Grete, all nice girls. Meanwhile, Kafka went into a health sanitorium. Did Grete have his child? Or is that tabloid fodder? Grete was later beaten to death by the Nazis in 1944, so the answer is gone.

Kafka was exempt from soldier service in WWI because of his job at an insurance institute partially owned by the government. He was diagnosed: tuberculosis. Felice left the field and married someone else, Bauer. Kafka probably said, "Whew. Dodged that bullet." Then along came Julie and Milena Jesenska: Milena's daughter wrote a book about her mother and her mother's relationship with Kafka. Then Dora Diamant who apparently never recovered from her awestruck and possessive love of Kafka. His health deteriorated, and he died in 1924. He is buried in the Jewish Cemetery in Prague.

While he lived, Kafka himself burned some 90% of his works, see NYT Magazine 9/20/2010.

Kafka instructed Brod to burn his works. Brod didn't. He edited and published all he could find. Brod moved to Tel Aviv with the writings, to escape the Nazis. Did he save Kafka for the ages, or merely disregard a friend's wishes? See again://

* The Cambridge Guide to Kafka, see google book by Julian Preece at page 208 ff, at; The library: see ://