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… at that moment something or other thrown casually flew down close by and rolled in front of him. It was an apple; immediately a second one flew after it… From the fruit bowl on the sideboard his father had filled … Continue reading
Daily Archives: September 13, 2013
At the very start of the story the only thought I have, and I guess many others feel the same as I do, is “What The Hell!”. From the title I guessed that something would happen that involves changes in … Continue reading
I found Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis to be a story that the reader can visualize and interpret in many different ways. As I read Metamorphosis, I thought of certain images and music that I know of. Here are several images and … Continue reading
I’m not exactly sure if this counts as art, but since it was in the arts section of the New York Times I feel like it’s okay to do so. Link to the article. On Wednesday one of hip-hop’s most … Continue reading
Architecture is a unique art form which I highly respect. The process to produce such art requires an extreme kind of complexity. With many angles of approach, the procedure can begin with a spontaneous and inspirational vision or a master … Continue reading
Reading The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka conjured up many different emotions inside me, as well as many different images. In a certain sense, I desired more from the text by craving more dialogue or action, but on the other hand, it … Continue reading
The first thing I thought of when I started reading Metamorphosis was an abandoned house that looked worn out and dark. I connected Gregor’s situation to this image, because he was trapped both inside his room and inside his … Continue reading
The Detroit Institute of Arts, a nonprofit establishment, is one of the attractions for both tourists and locals. The DIA was established in 1885, and changed locations in 1927 due to the growing art collection, which is amongst one of … Continue reading
As a commuter, traveling to school in the morning is as dreary and dreaded as one can imagine. When I take the train, the car is packed with professionals, everyone with the same expression, or lack thereof, the same glazed-over … Continue reading
A sizable part of my identity and what defines me is my religion. Throughout Kafka’s Metamorphosis I found myself comparing Gregor’s newfound identity as a cockroach to that of the Jews during his time. I was specifically reminded of the … Continue reading
