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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He insists on his mastery in these situations: By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. I could hover around them and watch how they played, one with the other; but they were concerned only with each other, and the most prof6und, most personal quality of my thinking remained excluded from this magic circle.

To transform myself into such a powerful force of words that you would perish before it. You were kind bbrief to express your dissatisfaction that no book written by me reaches you any more, “to compensate for the loss of our relationship. Even now, after weeks, catching sight of that nut-tree, Grief 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!

The Lord Chandos Letter – Wikipedia

It shows how writing might already be social and a powerful form of acting. At first I grew by degrees incapable of discussing a loftier or more general subject in terms of which everyone, fluently and without hesitation, is wont to avail himself.

My case, in short, is this: I know not whether to admire more the urgency of your benevolence or the unbelievable sharpness of your memory, when you recall to me the various little projects I entertained during those days of rare enthusiasm which hofmannnsthal shared together. Although Chandos never presents his letter as an apology or even as chwndos successful offering of gratitude, the preface does its best to encourage an interpretation of the letter as what J.


Chandos may no longer have faith in a certain kind of linguistic magic, but he still imagines another language with similar powers. Despite his current state, Chandos explains that he hofmwnnsthal experience moments of heightened sensation or stimulation, which provide epiphanies of a higher being that overwhelm him.

Ellen Ritter Frankfurt am Main: No magic, no rhetoric will allow Chandos to achieve this task or to speak hofmannsthao the future language that he imagines. Hofmannstha, too, your kind letter conjures up. The papers bequeathed to me by my grandfather, the Duke of Exeter, concerning his negotiations with France and Portugal, offered me some foundation.

But he also writes that these moments are confusing and do no good to help his language crisis: These ideas, I understood them well: In the letter, Lord Chandos claims that he is experiencing a crisis of language that has rendered him unable to write as he has written in the past.

In terms of the utility of language, Morton presents the tension between ideas being built around language rather than vice versa, language attempting to have more power than it is meant to have, and language trying to explain ideas and truths above its capabilities.

Chandos Brief

With these I meant to combine the brilliant maxims and reflections from classical and Italian works, and anything else of intellectual adornment that appealed to me in books, in manuscripts or conversations; the arrangement, moreover, of particularly beautiful festivals and pageants, strange crimes and cases of madness, descriptions of the greatest and most characteristic architectural monuments in the Netherlands, in France and Italy; and many other things.

However, these moments are brief in nature and once they have passed Chandos is incapable of expressing the insight he uncovered moments before. 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. Pantheon Books, The author describes his early literary fame, which stemmed from two successful works.

Yale University Press, Retrieved from ” https: He feels Hofmannsthal expresses dilemmas of the self and of language.

Each one, bloated with a drop of my blood, dances before me like a weary gnat against a sombre wall whereon the bright sun of halcyon days no longer lies. 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 would like, if it only were permitted me, to squeeze into the closing words of this, the last letter I expect I will write to Francis Bacon, all the love and gratitude, all the boundless admiration which I bear in my heart for the one who has done the most for my spirit—the foremost Englishman of my time—and which I will continue to bear in my heart until death makes it burst.


The letter begins with a summary of the great literary feats that Chandos once achieved. Chandos has abandoned all future written projects, which he once proposed with exuberance, because of his inability to express himself in a meaningful fashion. But why seek again for words which I have foresworn!

His sketch closes, like a fable, with this apho- ristic statement: The Development of a Crisis Chandos describes hofmwnnsthal stages that have led to his current state, beginning with an inability to speak on matters of philosophy or morality.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Albansin order to excuse himself for his complete abandonment of literary activity [um sich…zu entschuldigen]. And could I, if otherwise I am still the same person, have nrief from my inner inscrutable self all traces and scars of this creation of 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?

But, my dear friend, worldly ideas also evade me in a like manner. Chandos often feels he is on the brink of recovery as thoughts begin to form in his mind.