Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
The Caretaker by David Chorlton In the house where Kafka coughed into a handkerchief one last time before the windows were opened to let the fresh air in a man sits watching television with the sound turned up. I have to ring three times before he comes to the door. Handing me a key he points to the stairs and goes back to his room. Only some papers remain beneath glass. Just print, black on white, a timeline, some quotes, and illustrations by artists unsatisfied with words. I examine the exhibits, lock the door and return to the room where the man is waiting, one eye on the screen, to tell me He was famous, you know, a writer I think.