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A nightmare of Kant

Immanuel Kant soñó que caminaba por una oscura calle de Berlín y alguien lo seguía. Apuraba el paso pero no conseguía perder de vista al extraño. Finalmente éste lo alcanzaba y le decía que era Jesús. Lo invitaba a recorrer el cielo y el infierno; podría hablar con cualquiera que allí encontrase. Immanuel aceptaba y descubría que ángeles y demonios eran muertos que habían optado por continuar siendo tal como eran en la tierra. Y que los que estaban en el cielo no sólo eran justos, sino también inteligentes (allí se hablaba de teología) En cambio el infierno estaba habitado por los que amaron la oscuridad en la tierra. Pero nadie sufría conviction or enjoyed eternal salvation, everyone could choose where to be. Someone informed him that the dead do not learn right away that they are, that the honest begin to see and hear with greater intensity than when they were mere mortals. And in the sky light is much more powerful than on Earth. The sensory intensity made them wiser. Only then where they were warned.

discovered by a demon in hell senses were impaired and none of the residents perceived their own imperfections. There he enjoyed stealing and lying and returned to find the wicked earth. That will be hell to be indicated to Kant write on the ground that "every spirit, good or evil, lives in his own delight, the good in the delight of his good, the evil in the delight of evil" Demons were horrible, full of burls and fistulas but course, they did not realize and reputed beautiful. Only saw angels as they were.

When Kant realized it was a dream, he recalled that he wrote that every waking recognize the unreality of what we dream. To know God has not been given to man and therefore He is unprovable. That any contact with God is mere religious fetishism, false falsely. He took a glass of water to recover the right and lay down again. Sleep was not finished when he discovered that someone once stalked the streets of Berlin. It was Jesus, and called him "Immanuel" instead of Immanuel. Kant hastened the pace but the Lord insisted and reminded him of the meaning of his name: "God is with us ." Kant realized with horror that his recurring dream and was not Immanuel Kant but Emanuel Swedenborg. The man who went to heaven and hell invited by God and returned to tell the world. The visionary. The madman. The last man on earth that Kant had wanted to be and yet was to be so every night in horrific dreams, real.

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Like Vila-Matas. Just start reading it and I already like. I like that you like Gombrowicz and has wanted to be like him before you read it. And that justifies and enjoy your writing but I have read only half of two of his books, yes, simultaneously. I like what I write Vila-Matas and I like your Doctor Pasavento you like Robert Walser and his nether regions: "If ever one hand, an opportunity, a wave lifted me and take me to the top, there which dominates the power and prestige, would shatter the circumstances that had brought me there and I would throw myself down at the tiny and insignificant darkness. Only in the lower regions it breathe, "says
Pasavento that" what we actually do when we walk through a city is to think " and rightly so. At least in my case. Today. Buenos Aires walking while looking without seeing and thinking that I really like the people who bend to the side opposite to the reputation and take refuge in the basement. Ernesto Basement, slyly told Borges Sabato, for his delight in the tunnels and tombs, but it seems that Don Ernesto liked the surface that Don Jorge Luis. Gombrowicz himself boasted of his noble blood, perhaps to offset his shyness. Because this does not prevent the authors I like vain, of course. But I think of Bruno Schulz painting and writing without much interest Drohobicz leaving your home. Or Kafka, Brod ordering his friend to burn all his writings. Or Pessoa with his not wanting or able to be nothing. I also like the lower regions. And while the talent has nothing to do with the position in which the writer feels in theater literature, I feel more comfortable with those who are not killed by a box, the cost to get away a bit of Hemingway, or Onetti Cela, who I have not read maybe that's why. The regions below I see up there in the Paradise theater (or poultry which do not rise as ever)

If it appears that Vila-Matas is not so but only your doctor Pasavento so I do not care. What I care about him is what he says in his books. There, in paradise, where the stage rather than guess what you see, Kafka, Schulz, Walser and Borges, say little about themselves and their work. Because they are common types when not writing. Artists who are as dark as any of us who surf anonymously by the lower regions.

Dedicated to Alejandra Moglia and his excellent blog I got the warning Vila-Matas.

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That the pattern of three guilders me extra to teach your child Czech is incredible. More implying still leave two hours before the store. I even serve coffee and croissants in class. I do it for free in order to escape for a while before the job boring. The child is young, has twelve years. Do not know the things I know my sixteen. But I have fun with it, is very lively. His parents are very good and I took a family vacation. Although they are Jewish and Christian self, even if they have money and I no nothing of this matters to Mr. Hermann. My friends do not tell them I'm apprenticed to his shop, but I am the master of Czech child. Of course I am not a teacher, if even just the school. But when the principal is not put me in front of the class, I can do and like it.
And, at the end of the lesson we'll walk awhile and talk about anything. They feel German, so the child has problems with Czech grammar though born here. Too bad I messed with that book. Frantik I should not tell anything about the sexual life of couples. But he is very imaginative and asked me about beauty. Nobody ever asked me what I thought was beautiful. Y dije que tener un matrimonio feliz me parecía hermoso. En realidad no sé por qué habría de serlo, pero eso decía el libro y lo repetí. Frantik se quedó mirándome sin entender demasiado, porque a él le pareció bello el pequeño estanque, con sus flores y sus peces. Eso sí, estoy seguro que ellos son una familia feliz. Por eso y porque no le falta nada, envidio un poquito a Frantík. Su padre es muy cariñoso con él y siempre bromea conmigo, nunca me regaña en el trabajo. Pero el niño no habrá entendido lo que le quise decir y seguro que les preguntó a ellos. A su madre no debe de haberle gustado lo que hablamos. Por eso creo que me dijeron que no serían más necesarias mis clases and that it was a Czech professor of German at school Frantik. Mr. Hermann also remains friendly and joked with me at the store. But now I am again a mere apprentice. And I liked walking with Frantik. We both called Franz, that amused him greatly Frantik when we met. But my name is Basik and it is Kafka. I wish I had a father like him, who laughs and gives me coffee and croissants. Franz is very lucky. Based

"I also call Franz" František X. Basik
Photo: Franz Kafka at age 13