Diary entry made by Edith Schiele
Courtesy Kallir Research Institute, New York
ESDA ID
3475
Nebehay 1979
Nicht gelistet/Not listed
Credit line
Courtesy Kallir Research Institute, New York
Place
Neuhaus in Böhmen (Jindřichův Hradec)
Date
11th July 1915 (handwritten)
Material/technique
Ink on paper
Dimensions
24 x 19,5 cm
Transcription
[Translation:]
Sunday, July 11, 1915.
Why is Egon so very inconsolable? – Nothing can
lift him out of his wretched mood.
But much of it is his own fault – he talks
and thinks himself into hopelessness. –
The situation is not as bad as to warrant
such despair. – Today he was allowed to
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• B.
spend almost the entire day with me. – In the afternoon,
the misery of this whole time threatened to grip him
again – I encouraged him as best as
I could – I’ve succeeded for now
– but I wonder about tomorrow – when
he will be the same again.
It’s a magnificent summer’s evening – there’s
wonderful music coming from somewhere –
Chopin – masterfully played – my own mood
and this divine music – it’s too much for
my overwrought nerves.
I must shut the window – I don’t want to hear
how beautiful it could be – in our world.
If only Egon would adjust a little to it here,
I would soon be my old self – but
his feelings are passed to me – and I get
so wretched – the whole situation then feels
unbearable to me – but I must pull myself together
and force my mind to accept that there is nothing
we can do to change it.
Sunday, July 11, 1915.
Why is Egon so very inconsolable? – Nothing can
lift him out of his wretched mood.
But much of it is his own fault – he talks
and thinks himself into hopelessness. –
The situation is not as bad as to warrant
such despair. – Today he was allowed to
||
• B.
spend almost the entire day with me. – In the afternoon,
the misery of this whole time threatened to grip him
again – I encouraged him as best as
I could – I’ve succeeded for now
– but I wonder about tomorrow – when
he will be the same again.
It’s a magnificent summer’s evening – there’s
wonderful music coming from somewhere –
Chopin – masterfully played – my own mood
and this divine music – it’s too much for
my overwrought nerves.
I must shut the window – I don’t want to hear
how beautiful it could be – in our world.
If only Egon would adjust a little to it here,
I would soon be my old self – but
his feelings are passed to me – and I get
so wretched – the whole situation then feels
unbearable to me – but I must pull myself together
and force my mind to accept that there is nothing
we can do to change it.
Recorded in
Vollständige Transkription abgedruckt in:
Edith Schiele: „Das Tagebuch. ‚Ich werde dieses Buch nicht Tagebuch heißen, – sondern Trostbuch‘“, in: Zeiten des Umbruchs. Egon Schieles letzte Jahre 1914–1918, hrsg. von Kerstin Jesse/Jane Kallir/Hans-Peter Wipplinger, Wien 2025, S. 50–77 (Ausst.-Kat. Leopold Museum, Wien, 28.03.–13.07.2025).
Edith Schiele: „Das Tagebuch. ‚Ich werde dieses Buch nicht Tagebuch heißen, – sondern Trostbuch‘“, in: Zeiten des Umbruchs. Egon Schieles letzte Jahre 1914–1918, hrsg. von Kerstin Jesse/Jane Kallir/Hans-Peter Wipplinger, Wien 2025, S. 50–77 (Ausst.-Kat. Leopold Museum, Wien, 28.03.–13.07.2025).
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Courtesy Kallir Research Institute, New York
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PURL: https://www.egonschiele.at/3475