I mean by a picture a beautiful romantic dream of something that never was, never will be—in light better than any light ever shone—in a land no one can define, or remember, only desire.
—Edward Burne-Jones
This one is a beautiful example of Weltschmerz, a word in my post on taking inspiration from foreign words. Who hasn’t had this longing desire? That’s one of the privileges as a writer (and your responsibility to your reader): you get to not just want to be in and explore such places, you get to create them.
Last week: W. H. Auden shows guts.
Next week: Wittgenstein on the beauty of the gaps.
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