Showing posts with label Heinrich Heine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heinrich Heine. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Quote of the Day (Heinrich Heine, on How ‘Dark Times are Rumbling Toward Us’)


“Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.”—German poet Heinrich Heine (1797-1856), Lutetia; or, Paris. From the Augsberg Gazette, 12, VII (1842)

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Song Lyric of the Day (Yip Harburg, on the Dour Profits of Genius)



"Mozart died a pauper
Heine lived in dread
Foster died in Bellevue
Homer begged for bread
Genius pays off handsomely—
After you are dead.” —Lyricist E. Y. (Yip) Harburg (The Wizard of Oz), quoted in “Good Vibrations: Sarah Ruhl and ‘Finian’s Rainbow’ Score,” The New Yorker, November 30, 2008

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Quote of the Day (Heinrich Heine, on His Dog and His Friends)


“A dog you are, a dog who
   Conducts himself as such.
All of my other friends, alas,
   Disguise themselves too much.”—Heinrich Heine (1797-1856), from “I Love You, Little Mopser,” in Poems of Heinrich Heine, selected and translated by Louis Untermeyer (1957)

(Portrait of the poet by Moritz Daniel Oppenheim, 1831)