I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me after all?
Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage?
Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but? Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
To write? Because all this is going to vanish. The only thing left will be the prose and poems, the books, what is written down. Man was very fortunate to have invented the book. Without it the past would completely vanish, and we would be left with nothing, we would be naked on earth.
Reading. Anita Fraga (Brazil, active in the twentieth century, after 1930). Oil on canvas. Frage is the sister of the painter Lucília Fraga.
While the central figure is absorbed reading her book, a second figure, perhaps a sister, reads a little over the shoulder of the first figure. Fraga has manipulated the colors so that light appears to fall only on the first girl, the central figure.
HISTORY MEME • 2/6 PAIRINGS
↳ JOHN KEATS ♥ FANNY BRAWNE
John Keats and Fanny Brawne met at Wentworth Place in October or November 1818. Initially somewhat repelled by Brawne’s youthful high spirits, wit, and strong opinions, Keats was drawn to her beauty and developed a deep love for her.
In April 1819 the Brawnes moved in Wentworth Place, now sharing a wall with Keats and Brown. Keats and Fanny were together nearly every day, and passed time in the garden at Wentworth Place or walking over Hampstead Heath. This period was one of Keats’s most productive, during which he wrote “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” “Ode to a Nightingale,” “La Belle Dame Sans Merci,” and others.
On February 3, 1820, Keats returned ill and fevered from a day in London. Keats was ill the rest of the winter. Fanny Brawne spent nearly every day with him as the gravity of his illness became apparent. When he was unable to see her, they exchanged letters, and each night Brawne sent a note to put under his pillow. Keats showed small signs of improvement by the spring, and was well enough to move to Kentish Town when Brown once again let the house for the summer.In the autumn, Keats’s friends encouraged him to travel to Italy, where they felt the warmer air might restore his health completely. Brawne’s mother promised Keats that when he returned to England, he could live with them and Brawne. With Brawne’s permission, Keats destroyed the letters she had written him. Keats gave her several of his books and a miniature, and Brawne gave him a new pocket-book, a knife, and a lock of her hair.Keats arrived in Rome in mid-November 1820. Although the trip was meant to improve his health, Keats grew steadily worse. He missed Brawne desperately and wished he hadn’t travelled so far away from her.Keats died on February 23, 1821, and was buried with a number of unopened letters from Brawne (it had pained him too much to read them). After Keats’s death, Brawne went into mourning as if she had been widowed: she cut her hair, dressed in black, and wore a locket containing Keats’s hair, along with the ring he had given her.[♥]