#kafka and the doll; the pervasiveness of loss

[mournfulroses]

May Benatar, from an article titled Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

[ancestorsalive]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate…

“Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

'Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.'

This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained 'My travels have changed me.'

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

In summary it said:

*Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.'*

- Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

[2treez]

bedtime story:

"Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

'Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.' This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: 'my travels have changed me... '

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: 'every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.'" —Kafka & the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss, May Benatar

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[briery]

“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.�� This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

— May Benatar, Kafka & The Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

[lovergirl]

Thinking abt the miraculous journey of edward tulane, a story abt a china rabbit passing from one owner to another each owner showing him different sides of love and how it parallels with the story of kafka and the doll in pervasiveness of loss. ultimately, love leaves, but it also comes back and maybe in a different form nonetheless it comes back and u can be sad right now and experience loss but there will be days when your heart will feel so full and you will be victorious

[123456789jo]

Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss - May Benatar

Holding the perspective of the universality of loss, helps us with shame and loneliness. If a profound grief reaction to divorce or children leaving home or the loss of a pregnancy, or unemployment, or retirement, or having to confront the limitations of our children, or aging, or the loss of health is something I share with my fellow beings, I am less alone. And I don’t have to be ashamed that I feel the way I do, for shame is part of the legacy of isolation.

And love coming back, in a different form? I believe it was Kafka’s letters that were the real gift of love, and what was ultimately healing for the little girl was the relationship that was the balm. Someone cared enough for her pain to write her lovely stories of the lost doll’s adventures. A great writer at that.

How healing it is to hold this conviction, that love will return. It is our job to recognize it in its new form.

[quotes-to-write-home-about]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate./Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. “Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “ Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “everything that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.” -May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss

[soulful-baby-deactivated2020]

"When he was 40, the renowned Bohemian novelist and short story writer FRANZ KAFKA (1883–1924), who never married and had no children, was strolling through Steglitz Park in Berlin, when he chanced upon a young girl crying her eyes out because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka looked for the doll without success. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would look again.

The next day, when they still had not found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll that said, “Please do not cry. I have gone on a trip to see the world. I'm going to write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story that continued to the end of Kafka’s life.

When they would meet, Kafka read aloud his carefully composed letters of adventures and conversations about the beloved doll, which the girl found enchanting. Finally, Kafka read her a letter of the story that brought the doll back to Berlin, and he then gave her a doll he had purchased. “This does not look at all like my doll," she said. Kafka handed her another letter that explained, “My trips, they have changed me." The girl hugged the new doll and took it home with her.

A year later, Kafka died.

Many years later, the now grown-up girl found a letter tucked into an unnoticed crevice in the doll. The tiny letter, signed by Kafka, said, “Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way."

https://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_981348

[emily-watch-the-stars]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

‘Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.’

This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained ‘My travels have changed me.’

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

In summary it said: ‘Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’ - Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

[walaw717]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

‘Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.’

This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained ‘My travels have changed me.’

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

In summary it said:

‘Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’

- Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

[heteroglossia]

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

[jakepullsthetrigger]

"Everything that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form." -Franz Kafka, Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

[mbas1]

“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… ”
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said:
“every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.” (May Benatar, ‘Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss’)

[omnionio-blog]

Povestea spune că, într-o zi când mergea prin parcul în care își făcea zilnic plimbările, Franz Kafka a întâlnit o fetiță care plângea. Își pierduse păpușa și era tare dezolată.

Kafka s-a oferit să o ajute să o găsească așa că și-au dat întâlnire a doua zi, în același loc.

Pentru că nu a găsit-o, el a scris o scrisoare pe care i-a citit-o fetiței a doua zi când s-au reîntâlnit.

“Te rog nu plânge după mine, am plecat într-o excursie în jurul lumii. Îți voi mai scrie despre aventurile mele.”

Acesta a fost începutul multor scrisori care au urmat. De fiecare dată când cei doi se întâlneau, Kafka îi citea fetiței aventurile imaginare prin care trecea mult iubita păpușă. Fetița era consolată.

Când întâlnirile lor au ajuns la sfârșit, Kafka i-a adus fetiței o păpușă. Aceasta arăta, evident, diferit față de cea originală. Scrisoarea cu care a venit însoțită explica: “Călătoriile mele m-au schimbat”.

Mulți ani mai târziu, fetița, acum fiind o femeie adultă, a găsit în această păpușă un bilețel pe care scria: “Tot ceea ce iubești vei pierde până la urmă. Dar în final, iubirea se va întoarce sub o altă formă.”

—Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. 'Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.' This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: 'my travels have changed me…' Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: 'every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.'

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss