März Wann wurde der Brief geschrieben? Wer war Hugo von Hofmannsthal? Wer war Francis Bacon? Was beinhaltet der Brief? Wie wird die. by Aaron Steiner. “The Letter of Lord Chandos” is a fictional letter written by Hugo von Hofmannsthal. The work was published under the title “Ein Brief” (“A. Long recognized as one of the defining texts of literary Modernism, Hofmannsthal’s “Ein Brief” (“The Letter of Lord Chandos”) remains a very.
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On the Chaos in Chandos: Hofmannsthal on Modernity’s Threshold | Patrick Greaney –
But not on account of the answer he gave Hofmnansthal. In short, he lacks the mental capabilities he professes to have previously had and is now just brieg person among many. As once, through a magnifying glass, I had seen a piece of skin on my little finger look like a field full of holes and furrows, so I now perceived human beings and their actions. Denn sieh, indem ich ausspreche: I experienced an inexplicable distaste for so much as uttering the words spirit, soul, or body.
Hofmmannsthal page was last edited on 4 Julyat For if you did, my example would have been poorly chosen. Albansin order to excuse himself for his complete abandonment of literary activity [um sich…zu entschuldigen]. For Hofmannsthal, this chaotic result is exactly what the Semele figure wants. And I longed for more. And could I, if otherwise I am still the same person, have lost from my inner inscrutable self all traces and scars of this creation chxndos my most intensive thinking-lost them so completely that in your letter now lying before me the title of my short treatise stares at me strange and cold?
The papers bequeathed to me by hofmannnsthal grandfather, the Duke of Exeter, concerning his negotiations with France and Portugal, offered me some foundation. He feels Hofmannsthal expresses dilemmas of the self and of language. Words are no longer vehicles, but impediments.
The Letter of Lord Chandos
While it is fiction, many critics view the letter as a partly autobiographical document. The preoccupation with a crisis of language is most famously recognized in his Lord Chandos Letter.
IT IS kind of you, my esteemed friend, to condone my two years of silence and to write to me thus. Ja, ich vermag mich anders hinzugeben. I tried to rescue myself from this plight by seeking refuge in the spiritual world of the Ancients. But he also writes that these moments are confusing and do no good to help his language crisis:. Although he seems to have lost control, his tone remains that of a master: A pitcher, a harrow abandoned in a field, a dog in the sun, a neglected cemetery, a cripple, a peasant’s hut-all these can become the vessel of my revelation.
Even now, after weeks, catching sight of that nut-tree, I pass it by with a shy sidelong glance, for I am loath to dispel the memory of the miracle hovering there round the trunk, loath to scare away the celestial shudders that still linger about the shrubbery in this neighbourhood!
These ideas, I understood them well: This is how he summarizes his intentions: First came the loss of the ability to conduct academic discourse on matters of morality or philosophy. It is in the form of a letter dated August from a writer named Lord Btief Chandos a fictional character to Francis Baconand describes Chandos’s crisis of language.
I found it impossible to express an opinion on the affairs at Court, the events in Parliament, or hofmannstjal you wish.
I felt everything within me: Chandos writes that he finally turned to the works of Seneca and Cicero for refuge — and perhaps therapy — in an attempt to end his crisis, but was unable to make complete sense of those works. I assure you, my friend, I carried this vision within me, and the vision of burning Carthage, too; but there was more, something more divine, more bestial; and it was the Present, the fullest, most exalted Present.
Views Read Edit View history. Fischer,— Hofmannsthal was considered an aesthete — all of his early works were predominantly aesthetic in concern. I planned to start an Apophthegmata, like that composed by Julius Caesar: Letters message Austrian literature.
Chandos may no longer have faith in a certain kind of linguistic magic, but he still imagines another language with similar powers.
Kovach presents another possible interpretation of the work. None of them, standing with doffed cap before the door of his house while I ride by of an evening, will have any idea that my glance, which he is wont respectfully to catch, glides with longing over the rickety boards under which he searches for earthworms for fishing-bait; that it plunges through the latticed window into the stuffy chamber where, in a corner, the low bed with its chequered linen seems forever to be waiting for someone to die or another to be born; that my eye lingers long upon the ugly puppies or upon a cat stealing stealthily among the flower-pots; and that it seeks among all the poor and clumsy objects of a peasant’s life for the one whose insignificant form, whose unnoticed being, whose mute existence, can become the source of that mysterious, wordless, and boundless ecstasy.
For Chandos, this means showing his relation to rats as well as his gratitude. Is the insistence on performativity literary?