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Max Brod (Hebrew: מקס ברוד; 27 May 1884 – 20 December 1968) was an Israeli author, composer and journalist, born as a German-speaking Czech. He is notable for promoting the work of writer Franz Kafka and composer Leoš Janáček. Although he was a prolific writer in his own right, he is best remembered as the friend and biographer of Franz Kafka. Kafka named Brod as his literary executor, instructing Brod to burn his unpublished work upon his death. Brod refused and had Kafka's works published instead. In 1939, as the Nazis occupied Prague, he immigrated to Mandatory Palestine, taking with him a suitcase of Kafka's papers, many of them unpublished notes, diaries, and sketches.
...over and over, you would like to be recognized according to your own self, your own person, your own heart's inclination-but they always ask only what you have done, and really, if you look at it rationally, they have nothing else by which they can judge your state of mind except the manifestations of that state of mind.
Kafka’yla yaptığım bir konuşmayı hatırlıyorum, çıkış noktamız bugünkü Avrupa ve insanlığın çöküşüydü. ‘Bizler,’ demişti Kafka ‘Tanrının zihnine üşüşen nihilist düşünceler, intihar fikirleriyiz.’ Bu bana önce Gnostik dünya görüşünü hatırlattı: Kötü bir demiurg olarak tanrı, dünyaysa onun düşüşü. ‘Hayır.’ dedi Kafka ‘bizim dünyamız Tanrının kötü bir ruh haline, kötü bir gününe rastlamış.’ ‘Öyleyse bu bildiğimiz dünya dışında umut olabilir mi?’ diye sordum. Gülümsedi: ‘Elbette yeterince var hatta sonsuz umut var ama bizim için değil.
The soul can only blossom forth to its sublime and rare capacities when it feels it is being met with faith.
...over and over, you would like to be recognized according to your own self, your own person, your own heart's inclination-but they always ask only what you have done, and really, if you look at it rationally, they have nothing else by which they can judge your state of mind except the manifestations of that state of mind.
Kafka’yla yaptığım bir konuşmayı hatırlıyorum, çıkış noktamız bugünkü Avrupa ve insanlığın çöküşüydü. ‘Bizler,’ demişti Kafka ‘Tanrının zihnine üşüşen nihilist düşünceler, intihar fikirleriyiz.’ Bu bana önce Gnostik dünya görüşünü hatırlattı: Kötü bir demiurg olarak tanrı, dünyaysa onun düşüşü. ‘Hayır.’ dedi Kafka ‘bizim dünyamız Tanrının kötü bir ruh haline, kötü bir gününe rastlamış.’ ‘Öyleyse bu bildiğimiz dünya dışında umut olabilir mi?’ diye sordum. Gülümsedi: ‘Elbette yeterince var hatta sonsuz umut var ama bizim için değil.
