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Carl Spitzweg (1808-1885)
The Poor Poet
Oil on canvas
1837
Private collection___
Spitzweg depicts a writer living out the familiar image of the starving artist in wretched conditions in a small room in an attic. The painting contains many significant images. The Poor Poet, with his rimmed glasses, top hat, walking stick, umbrella, and cravat has become a symbol for an era – the Biedermeier period (1815-1848) which centered on the private life and is marked by the growing urbanization and industrialization leading to a rising middle class. This new audience wanted to experience a more simple and realistic art than that of the then-popular but rather fussy Romantic style.
Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.
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"We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full."
Marcel Proust
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“After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.”
- Oscar Wilde
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"And it is this, I think, that makes Kafka’s wit inaccessible to children whom our culture has trained to see jokes as entertainment and entertainment as reassurance. It’s not that students don’t “get” Kafka’s humor but that we’ve taught them to see humor as something you get — the same way we’ve taught them that a self is something you just have. No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke — that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home"
David Foster Wallace
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"The shortness of life, so often lamented, may perhaps be the very best thing about it. If, finally, we were to bring to the sight of everyone the terrible sufferings and afflictions to which his life is constantly exposed, he would be seized with horror."
From The world as will and representation by Arthur Schopenhauer
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“…a lady just walked by wiggling it…and we are not dead yet.” –
Charles Bukowski, letter for employment
