'What is the use of poets in a mean-spirited time?' asked Hölderlin, which makes me wonder whether he wasn't, to a certain extent, a big stupidhead. Höldy? Seriously? What other time for poets could there be? What use a poet in the golden age?
According to Wikipedia 'Hölderlin suffered great loneliness, and often spent his time playing the piano, drawing, reading, writing, and enjoyed travelling when he had the chance ... [he] was plagued by money worries, having to accept a small allowance from his mother.' If ever a person were justified in booming 'get a job, idiot' across the gulf of time ... having to accept the allowance? Did she put a fucking gun in his ear?
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