Not longing, maybe a foreign ritual. I would have felt as lost if he were rejoicing in his sweet lord, I guess. The doctors are business in the front and business in the back. Neither world lived longer enough to haunt the other. You know in short story collections there's a "Huh It's this one for me. Before the amputations 'Jonathan' had a man's legs. Now a boy's Bambi stumps waltz slow summer days. A child's everlasting words of love with the white girl face he glimpses in the room next to his own.
It was the little boy thing that set me off, I'm sure. She's a voice in another room to him, could have been a shape speeding by in a train window. But she can disappoint him, already owes herself and her two week stay too close. I couldn't stand this, this baby talking himself deep down in his soul. I would have her a picture on the wall he dreams can speak to him. Little boys and girls in the hands of the cruel nurse, dancing visions in the wallpaper.
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The world loses its size to the big takeover of pain. He Benjamin Buttons to a baby, the center of the womb. The best part about this story was how Jonathan's pain called the other hospital inmates to respond in their own helpless pain. I can see them just settled before, trying to go to sleep. Hey, wait, this must still hurt I have no sympathy at all for the boy in 'An Afternoon' when the girl of his desire does not meet him for another kiss, as he has bent all of his hopes on discovering her. I feel nothing for dashed romantic hopes.
For them to get what they want someone else cannot go free. Another boy is distraught and on the wrong side of rage when perceiving a female as laughing at them. I wonder why there are only like two stories in this collection to not feature that? This is bothering me a lot. I have to look for other angles to get inside stories as this aspect is cold to me.
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I've got it in that he will do it again and again. To do it on purpose to feel the joy to feel the pain or is it the pain to feel the joy. Sleepwalking daywalking all the time. Heym was so good at the savoring the build up. I wish it wasn't like the light falls on one side of the story so much, though. Anna Kavan could irritate the fuck out of me in some of her short stories with the intense neediness, like "Why doesn't everybody see my pain?!
And you're feeling sick with them, like watching Dennis Potter's The Singing Detective you forget you weren't burned alive. I have to reassure myself, constantly testing my flesh Hedayat could point the righteous finger too. I will want out, want a "but life isn't just" poetic footprint since they are so intense you feel like you DID see them, couldn't do anything Something like swinging on it, between theirs and you.
Fish on make believe land. I want to shake them so much. I can't stand it how much. My favorite story is 'The Ship', I think. It has to be enough to sail on that black ship on ancient prayers. This must be a timeless end of time. Good old fashioned plague. That's what I'm talking about. Maybe we don't all die alone, left with the embryonic walls closing in of only one very ugly very bloody thought.
Well, I say that now because their reality didn't threaten to smother mine in their writhing the-world-is-me ugliness. There's no way it isn't going to be 'The Thief' I never forget His repulsive ownership will black out to secrets. Probably will go that way. Jul 18, Ben Winch rated it really liked it Recommended to Ben by: Every story here, from memory, is a relentless ride to doom. Morbid, yes, as only the young can be.
Heym died at 25, a year before these pieces saw publication. But shot through with veins of preternatural gold unique also to Every story here, from memory, is a relentless ride to doom. But shot through with veins of preternatural gold unique also to youth: How I love you! I have loved you so much. Shall I tell you how I love you? As you moved through the fields of poppies, yourself a flame-red fragrant poppy, the whole evening was swallowed up in you.
And your dress, which billowed around your ankles, was like a wave of fire in the setting sun. But your head bent in the light, and your hair was still burning and flaming from all my kisses. He kneels on his victim and slowly crushes her to death. All around him is the great golden sea, with towering waves on either side like brilliantly shimmering roofs. He is riding on a black fish, he embraces its head with his arms. It certainly is fat, he thinks.
Deep below him, he sees in the green depths, lost in a few trembling rays of sun, green castles, eternally deep green gardens. How far away might they be? If only he could just get down there, down below. The castles go further down, the gardens appear to sink ever deeper.
Never mind, the beast will deal with it. And he breaks its neck. Perverse insistence on plumbing the depths. The mark of a poet and playwright dallying in prose?
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But what makes it is the delicacy. So many times afterwards it was to be his lot to suffer the extremes of joy and the depths of grief, like a precious vessel that has to be able to withstand many passages through the fire without cracking. This is a Ripper!!!
Don't think I've read anything else like it!!! Short, expressionistic blows that fluctuate between the supremely "ugly" and dreamy beauty, between heaven and hell, violence and peace. My kind of "value-obsessed, Zoroastrian, bipolarism," but imaginative and lovely and colorful. Above all, everything is alive, particularly the imagination and inanimate objects, including the dead. Thieves, paintings, autopsiesthis one is especially designed for Timmy View all 10 comments.
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Feb 07, Brian rated it really liked it. Death and despair permeate these pages. Heym's stories aren't for the squeamish. More than once were there shattered skulls and bursting arteries. Each story contained in this volume is unified by an underlying fear, an eternal torment in a realm of unrequited love, mental anguish, and a disproportionate reality.
Susan Bennett's translation conveyed the beautiful and diseased; the language, a convergence of sincerity and insanity. As you read the pages over and over in an obsessed manner, visual Death and despair permeate these pages. As you read the pages over and over in an obsessed manner, visualizing again and again the oppressive atmosphere of death, you'll realize that "The Theif" is a book close to psychological perfection.
The disturbing cover, a detail from Meidner's "Drunken Street with Self-Portrait"expresses what you'll feelwhile reading: View all 3 comments. Nov 20, Joseph Hirsch rated it really liked it. The Moon like the Eye of a Blind God Georg Heym is primarily remembered by a small but loyal group of readers as the author of some of the strangest, darkest, and yet somehow beautiful poetry to emerge from Germany in the early part of the 20th century. He died young but demonstrated such a feverish and passionate imagination and wielded such keen descriptive powers that it would perhaps be inaccurate to say he died before he could reach his prime.
What he left behind is not a lot in terms of qua The Moon like the Eye of a Blind God Georg Heym is primarily remembered by a small but loyal group of readers as the author of some of the strangest, darkest, and yet somehow beautiful poetry to emerge from Germany in the early part of the 20th century. What he left behind is not a lot in terms of quantity, but it is all of unassailable quality. The works on display here deal with the same themes present in Heym's poetry, namely madness, religious ecstasy, the appearance of various demons, strange cosmological aberrations, death and disease, sex and love, all punctuated by unexpected outbursts of humor and horror.
My favorite in the collection was easily "Jonathan," a story about a young man ailing in a hospital ward in a room across the hall from a girl whom he pines after; the description sounds like a minor cliched affair, but its Heym's handling of the story and his natural sense of the poetic that makes it so memorable. The most disturbing story is easily "The Madman", and seems to be of a piece of the "Lustmord" cannon that so many Germans contributed to during the Weimar years.
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Probably the most notable among long form excursions is Alfred Doblin's formidable "Berlin Alexanderplatz" but Heym's much shorter work packs quite a wallop and is so harrowing and accurate in its depiction of madness that one can almost feel themselves understanding things from the perspective of a psychopathic killer, if not exactly sympathizing with him.
I was less enamored of some of the other stories, though I'd be remiss if I didn't save a final mention for "The Autopsy," an ultra-short description of an autopsy from the perspective of the corpse, no less that reminded me of fellow German pathologist-turned-poet Gottfried Benn's early oeuvre. This one has to be read to believed, and could be considered an early entry in the proto-flash fiction genre. Recommended, though it is certainly not for all tastes, dispositions, or constitutions. It is a nightmarish, perhaps hopeless offering of stories from a condemned genius.
Jun 30, Heather rated it it was amazing. Georg Heyn is best known for his Expressionist poetry in German. His short stories are what amaze me most as the subtleties of language are not as easily lost in translation because precise words are not so necessary. I was crumpled by the stark brevity, the longing, the escape of life, and its shortness. It remains my favorite love story after all these years.
The Thief shares an obsessive sickness an Georg Heyn is best known for his Expressionist poetry in German. This is a set of stories worth reading. Many years ago I read a Portuguese translation of 5 stories from this book: I was at the time already aware of his poetry, and when reading his prose there was no deception whatsoever.
He preserves here the style and the themes that made him one of the best examples of german expressionism. If you want to know what "expressionism" is, do not search for it in w Many years ago I read a Portuguese translation of 5 stories from this book: If you want to know what "expressionism" is, do not search for it in wikipedia. Sep 03, Nicole marked it as to-read Shelves: Essie Coucou rated it it was amazing Sep 12, Having lost his father two years she will spend the next few years with the stepfather, she thought her father.
Despite the misery, the strong disagreement of the parents, the unemployed and drunken father, the child loves this man and clings Este livro merece cinco estrelas com louvor. Mas Este livro merece cinco estrelas com louvor. May 30, Shelbie rated it really liked it Shelves: This was an interesting story; I kind of knew that it was by the title that it was going to be a different story. The names where harder to say, but other then that it was a good story.
I like how it ended when Emelyan told Astafy that he stole the breeches, which is a type of coat. I also liked how Emelyan saw that Astafy was a poor man, and gave him the breeches that he stole. Then they began to gain a relationship, and then Emelyan took him into his own house. It makes me wonder if this was a This was an interesting story; I kind of knew that it was by the title that it was going to be a different story.
It makes me wonder if this was a true story, because this could happen, or it has happen. Jun 02, Margarida rated it really liked it Shelves: This man had a brilliant mind. May 13, Anna rated it really liked it Shelves: I love Dostoevsky's works. They are hard to read and you have to know the basics of philosophy. In this collection of short stories Dostoevsky presented ordinary people, who are the keepers of Russian nation traditions and values.
Partwise very human stories, with vivid descriptions of the weirdness of humans. Kelseytownsend rated it liked it Jul 20, Katrina rated it liked it Nov 19, Barrydkelly rated it really liked it Jun 27, Burak Buke rated it really liked it Aug 11, Sylvia rated it really liked it Mar 29, Kamil rated it really liked it Mar 15, Korcan Yavuz rated it liked it Jul 28, Leo Loos rated it really liked it Jul 22, Robb rated it liked it Dec 15, Will IV rated it it was amazing Oct 29, Marco rated it liked it Jan 16, Haplo rated it did not like it Jul 26, Courtney Watson rated it liked it Dec 27, Jonathan rated it really liked it Jul 21, Alex Dacian rated it really liked it Apr 04, Othman rated it it was amazing May 25, Brett rated it really liked it Jan 21, Kai Kamei rated it it was amazing Mar 05, Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky Russian: Dostoyevsky was the second son of a former army doctor.
He was educated at home and at a private school. Shortly after the dea Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky Russian: Shortly after the death of his mother in he was sent to St. Petersburg, where he entered the Army Engineering College.
Dostoyevsky's father died in , most likely of apoplexy, but it was rumored that he was murdered by his own serfs. Dostoyevsky graduated as a military engineer, but resigned in to devote himself to writing. His first novel, Poor Folk appeared in That year he joined a group of utopian socialists. He was arrested in and sentenced to death, commuted to imprisonment in Siberia.