Kafka Dozen Part Two

September 1974	*Kafka Dozen*
PART TWO FIVE His Breathing SIX The Fishermen SEVEN Distance EIGHT Lucubration	FIVE His Breathing His breathing was loud like sighs in a dream, Where unhappiness is more easily borne - Than in our world! - so that Simple breathing can serve as sighs.
		*SIX* The Fishermen Who could deny that the fishermen Sit there in their boats like pupils Who've been taken out to the river from school. Good, their immobility is often incomprehensible, Like that of flies on window panes.
	And over the bridge go the trams, Naturally as always with a roaring rude as the wind's, And they sound like spoiled clocks.
		SEVEN Distance Distance already holds this life firm in tranquillity, These diaries set fire to it. The clarity Of all events makes it mysterious, Just as a park fence rests the eye When looking at broad tracts of turf, And yet inspires inadequate respect in us.
	EIGHT Lucubration It is midnight, but since I have slept very well, that's an excuse only to the extent that by day I would have written nothing.
		The burning electric light, the silent house, the darkness outside, the last waking moments, they give me the right to write even if it be only the most miserable stuff.