Kafka's Metamorphosis

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Kafka and Akhmatova

Explain how the themes of powerlessness and/or choice are examined by providing an analysis of specific passages.

Passages of powerlessness and/or choice:

Kafka - "Metamorphosis"

"Gregor’s gaze then shifted to the window, where the bleak weather—raindrops could be heard striking the metal sill—made him feel quite melancholy. “What if I just go back to sleep for a little while and forget all this foolishness,” he p. 1881 thought, but this proved utterly impossible, for it was his habit to sleep on his right side, and in his present state he was unable to assume this position. No matter how forcefully he thrust himself onto his side, he kept rolling back. Perhaps a hundred times he attempted it, closing his eyes
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Frankly, self-motivation seems to imvolve not over-thinking and remaining postive (i.e., self-actualiztion). Furthermore, when Gregor decides to lose this precious motivation to earn to protect his inghereitance, then, he will begoin to suffer by choice. however, there are other obsticals - his parents, boss, and sibling immediately notice this particular risk thorugh an attitude of attributing to a possible trait beginning to fail within Gregor's mentality...For example, according to Steven Sek-yum' s"Work Motivation Of Unemployed Youths: Moderating Effects Of Financial Dependence On Parents," losing employment disempowers the person by deproving "latent" functions. Here are Sek-yum's examples o fthe ltent functions that emplyment can provide, for reference: stable income, time structure, purposefulness, social connectedness, as well as information about personal identity.

Cite

Kafka, "The Metamorphosis (p. 1880)," The Norton Anthology of World Literature, Third Edition - Vol. 2

Ngai, Steven Sek-yum, et al. "Work Motivation Of Unemployed Youths: Moderating Effects

Of Financial Dependence On Parents." Children And Youth Services Review 71.(2016):

157-165. PsycINFO. Web. 10 Feb. 2017.

Anne Akhmatova

Poem V

For seventeen months I’ve been crying out,

Calling you home.

I flung myself at the hangman’s