/lit/ - Literature

It doesn't mean anything, Kafka doesn't give you reasons, he thinks emotional despondency is beyond reason, things just as they are.

I feel it's open wide for interpretation. Some have said that Gregor was doing base work as a salesman, and so he became less than human. Some might say there are other ways of someone being a parasite than material providing. I think convincing arguments could be made for many interpretations. As I saw it, Gregor still thought and felt deeply and so wasn't less than human, especially near the end. Sometimes we're just afflicted with being different.

>>17135354
I thought he was unable to provide after his transformation and was thereby tossed underfoot?

>>17135433
Unlike Shakespeare who turns a statue into a woman or throws fairies or witches in his play for giggles (or whatever the hell Caliban was), or Homer who randomly let a horse speak in the Iliad. It's fiction dude. Stories don't have to be logical.

>>17135354
Because he felt like a grotesque unloved cockschafer, a mixed race pest or vermin compared to his physically and psychologically imposing father, he felt like the colony and colonized to his existential, unresolvable, undeposable hegemony over him. The father was the literal patria, pure, potent, towering in its determining and defining phenomenological imposition over him and he, Kafka, kaffir, cockschafer, a mere imposter and poseur, a deluded and diluted parasite or bug compared to the paternal force that had despotically engendered him. His father was the classical age, if perhaps already in a decadent stage, whilst he, the son, the most pathetic and unseemly form of decadence: weak, effete, malformed, impure in body and mind. No worthy successor to a master, rather a shameless, wretch of a masturbator spilling all that remained of his theretofore noble inheritance on the sheets of his rat's nest of a room: eventually those stains would literally grow legs and shameless, shameful eyes of a lust for father, mother, sister, self, wet nurse, all women, all mankind made incarnate in the form a sexless insect, devoid of all human form and identity, save for an inkling of suffering, ever-to-be damned spirit. Who was the cause of all this: he the bedeviled son, or the bedeviling father? Probably the answer in an original mistranslated dialectic, a wrong primeval hermeneutic that would go on to make a hermetic of so unfortunate a subject, such a subject so unfortunately and twice!y conceived: first in the loins of two, then in the mind of one who had fateful!y at some infantile point read into himself the key to his own undoing and acted on it, however subconsciously, to spite his father precisely because he loved his father with an unnatural, unnameable, whose very pronouncement was the worst of capital sins, entailing the worst of all capital Punishment: namely reversion to the unformed, nameless, knowledgeless, state of the feminine element itself: the shame or pure uncontrollably open female receptivity, the eye that never closes, the lust that never sleeps, the obscene origin du monde, so close to shit, so far from logos.

>>17135517
>Homer who randomly let a horse speak in the Iliad
>he didn't read The Cypria

>>17135354
>when he was the one providing for the family
yeah before he turned into a bug who couldn't get out of bed then he was worthless to them.

>>17135354
Because he felt like a grotesque unloved cockschafer, a mixed race pest or vermin compared to his physically and psychologically imposing father, he felt like the colony and colonized to his existential, unresolvable, undeposable hegemony over him. The father was the literal patria, pure, potent, towering in its determining and defining phenomenological imposition over him and he, Kafka, kaffir, cockschafer, a mere imposter and poseur, a deluded and diluted parasite or bug compared to the paternal force that had despotically engendered him. His father was the classical age, if perhaps already in a decadent stage, whilst he, the son, the most pathetic and unseemly form of decadence: weak, effete, malformed, impure in body and mind. No worthy successor to a master, rather a shameless, wretch of a masturbator spilling all that remained of his theretofore noble inheritance on the sheets of his rat's nest of a room: eventually those stains would literally grow legs and shameless, shameful eyes of a lust for father, mother, sister, self, wet nurse, all women, all mankind made incarnate in the form a sexless insect, devoid of all human form and identity, save for an inkling of suffering, ever-to-be damned spirit. Who was the cause of all this: he the bedeviled son, or the bedeviling father? Probably the answer lay in an original mistranslated dialectic, a wrong primeval hermeneutic that would go on to make a hermit of so unfortunate a subject, such a subject so unfortunately and twice!y conceived: first in the loins of two, then in the mind of one who had fateful!y at some infantile point read into himself the key to his own undoing and acted on it, however subconsciously, to spite his father precisely because he loved his father with an unnatural, unnameable love, whose very pronouncement was the worst of capital sins, entailing the worst of all capital Punishment: namely reversion to the unformed, nameless, knowledgeless, state of the feminine element itself: the shame or impure uncontrollably open female receptivity, the eye that never closes, the lust that never sleeps, the obscene origin du monde, so close to shit, so far from spirit.

The moment he stopped providing, he was not welcome anymore. History had just seen the birth of cities as we know them today, places where everyone has a role which is replaceable. Rampant depersonalization in society + daddy issues = the Metamorphosis

Its the feeling every person gets when they get their 23 back and see JEW as the main genetic trait, he realized he was a jew and transformed into what he hated the most.

>>17136664
Kinda

>>17135517
>Shakespeare randomly throws witches into his play
The play is about divine evil in the life of man.

>>17135354
berlin pray happy benzo

If you'd have read Kafka's journal, you'd know it didn't have any allegorical meaning, it's just how he felt and that's it.

>>17135755
is this from somewhre or just a surprisingly good post

>>17137169
It's from me, I've saved it in case the thread is prematurely nuked

He is paralyzed by anxieties

>>17135738
Based pre-destruction-of-the-library-of-Alexandria bro.