“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)
Showing posts with label Heinrich Heine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heinrich Heine. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
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)
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)
Labels:
Dogs,
Friendship,
Heinrich Heine,
Poems,
Quote of the Day
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