Josef K. and Jakob P.
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timpeltjeJosef K. is the protagonist in Kafka's novels. He is characterized as an outsider to the world he inhabits. He is a loner, an einszelgänger, and differentiates himself from all other people by his will to fight for his existence in a community which is bent on the "togetherness" of being. He sets goals for himself, goals he may never achieve, but he will try because his will is stronger. He will act on impulse and on his own judgement. He does not adore anyone nor is it a concern of his if he is adored or not. His conviction of himself as a superior being gives him extra force to stand up to the people opposing him in the societies he is an outsider of. The tragic part of K. is that he never prevailed.
I am Jakob P. and I am Josef K.'s lover. The understanding we have with each other is one of a shared vision. I am the one guy Josef K. never met in his novels. Our story will not be written by Kafka who was probably too freightened to have K. meet a perfect equal. But I met K. shortly after Kafka died and it was a start of an interesting relationship. I just met him after one of his failures, at a time where I underwent a similar failure in a book that was lucikly never written down (it would have probably gotten sued for plagiarism anyway). Anyone who read about Josef K. will know him as a prick who thinks he's better than everyone else - and he probably is. I'm the exception to that rule however. I am the one voice lacking in Kafka's descriptions, the one voice that could have made Josef so very real to the entire world. Kafka knew that if he'd let K. meet me, he'd lose his despairing tone and Josef and me WOULD be able to conquer every obstacle Kafka imagined for us. The problem with Kafka was that he could not think of an obstacle too grand for Josef AND me to overcome. He knew that in a cooperation we'd make it clear to both Kafka and the reader that we are not beatable. That's what bothered Kafka about me. I'm sure Kafka knew I existed, but he ignored my existence out of fear. Out of fear that his books would have a solution, and not just a solution, but a happy one at that. That was too much for Kafka to take.
This is my plea to a talented writer to tell the story of Josef K. and Jakob P. as it really happened. If no one volunteers, I will write have to write it down myself...
I am Jakob P. and I am Josef K.'s lover. The understanding we have with each other is one of a shared vision. I am the one guy Josef K. never met in his novels. Our story will not be written by Kafka who was probably too freightened to have K. meet a perfect equal. But I met K. shortly after Kafka died and it was a start of an interesting relationship. I just met him after one of his failures, at a time where I underwent a similar failure in a book that was lucikly never written down (it would have probably gotten sued for plagiarism anyway). Anyone who read about Josef K. will know him as a prick who thinks he's better than everyone else - and he probably is. I'm the exception to that rule however. I am the one voice lacking in Kafka's descriptions, the one voice that could have made Josef so very real to the entire world. Kafka knew that if he'd let K. meet me, he'd lose his despairing tone and Josef and me WOULD be able to conquer every obstacle Kafka imagined for us. The problem with Kafka was that he could not think of an obstacle too grand for Josef AND me to overcome. He knew that in a cooperation we'd make it clear to both Kafka and the reader that we are not beatable. That's what bothered Kafka about me. I'm sure Kafka knew I existed, but he ignored my existence out of fear. Out of fear that his books would have a solution, and not just a solution, but a happy one at that. That was too much for Kafka to take.
This is my plea to a talented writer to tell the story of Josef K. and Jakob P. as it really happened. If no one volunteers, I will write have to write it down myself...
