In the forest

In the forest there are various kinds of tree trunks. From the thickest, beams for ships are cut; from less thick buyt still respectable trunks, box lids and coffin sides are made; the very thin ones are used for rods; but nothing comes of the stunted ones--they escape the pains of usefulness. "In what Kafka wrote you have to look around as in such a forest. You will then find a number of very useful things. The images are good. But the rest is obscurantism. It is sheer mischief. You have to ignore it. Depth takes you no further. Depth is a dimension of its own, just depth--which is why nothing comes to light in it."

[Benjamin on Brecht, Reflections 207-208]

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