The Poor Poet (1839), a painting by Carl Spitzweg.
Look where this sufferer from artistism, this bourgeoisophobe, this starving artist, this beautiful loser, this bohemian, this tortured artist, this seeker of artistic inspiration, this man afraid of writer’s block, look at where this poor soul ends up: in a garret with a leaking roof.
How very romantic, how utterly romantic is this notion of the Artist, the creative genius touched by divine inspiration.
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