Calligraphy: Handwriting 1961 Malerin Liso Goetz-Ruckteschell/Friedrich Child

You are bidding on one beautiful calligraphic handwriting the painter and textile artist Elizabeth "Liso" Goetz Ruckteschell (1886-1963), widow of German-Baltic poet, writer and translator Bruno Goetz (1885-1954).

Real name: Elisabeth von Goetz von Ruckteschell; also verifiable under the name Liso von Ruckteschell.

Dated in the foreword Zurich 1961.

Dedicateda good friend for her 75th birthday Birthday, Else Thieme-Hutchinson (b. May 1886, died 1971) at Schloß Weißenstein (East Tyrol), daughter of the manager Carl von Thieme (1844-1924), co-founder of the Munich Reinsurance Company and Allianz AG, and Else Anna Mathilde, b. von Witzleben (* 1861).

Else Thieme-Hutchinson had a long time in the '20s and '30s extramarital affair with the important conductor Wilhelm Furtwängler and lived with him (probably until 1935) in a common household in Munich. One our daughter wasIva Hutchinson (* 1922, d. 2007). She married the Swiss actor, director and theater director Benno Besson (1922-2006) in Zurich in 1949, immediately before moving to East Berlin, where she worked as a pianist and musical assistant at the Berliner Ensemble

Dedication: "For dear Else Hutchinson-Thieme with powerful wishes on her 75th birthday. birthdays and for their new year! by her Lieso Goetz-Ruckteschell."

On the next sheet is a small woodcut (8.3 x 4.5 cm) mounted (excerpt from a book).

Title: "Friedrich Kind: The great Christoph. A legend in dog verse from an old school textbook."

Friedrich Kind (* 4. March 1768 in Leipzig; † 24 June 1843 in Dresden; Baptismal name Johann Friedrich Kind) was a German poet and writer. In his time he was a widely read author and the librettist of the opera Der Freischütz.

Before the actual text (16 leaves written on one side) follows a page of foreword: "I wrote these gnarly verses, my dear Else, to yours 75. birthday on. I've known her since childhood. Our father 'declaimed' them magnificently to us. The verses were in his children's school textbook Dorpat. After his father's death, his mother had the Hamburg City Library searched for it. The old 'Poem' was found (Friedrich Kind is the same one who wrote the Freischütz text). So each of the siblings got a typed copy. This the chronicle - And You want to enjoy it. Your Lieso Goetz. Zurich, on the 12th May 1961."

Format: A5; handmade cover (made of thin cardboard) with leather binding straps: 22 x 15.3 cm.

Condition: Cardboard cover rubbed and somewhat stained; inside very good. BPlease also note the pictures!

About the writer's husband, the recipient's father and the author Friedrich Kind (source: wikipedia) as well as the full text of the poem:

Bruno Goetz (* 6. November 1885 in Riga; † 19 March 1954 in Zurich) was a Baltic German poet, writer and translator.

Life: Bruno Goetz attended the Alexandergymnasium in his hometown and studied in Munich and Vienna from 1904 to 1910, after which he worked as a theater critic and feuilletonist for Riga newspapers for several years. From an early age he suffered from melancholy. Because of his melancholy, he consulted Sigmund Freud to get his recommendation not to do psychoanalysis. From Vienna Goetz went to Ascona to the Monte Verità artists' colony, where he stayed until 1909 and belonged to the circle around Johannes Nohl, Erich Mühsam and Lotte Hattemer († April 1906 through suicide).

He fled Ascona with Carlo Holzer and was then a roving bohemian until the 1920s, with stays in Zurich and Berlin, where he worked as a correspondent for various newspapers. During his years of travel he made acquaintances with Friedrich Glauser and Gusto Gräser. Around 1917/1918, Goetz became friends with the historian and lawyer Heinrich Goesch (1880–1930), with whom he later moved to Berlin. From 1923 he lived as a freelance author in Überlingen, the last years of his life after 1946 back in Zurich. In 1931, Goetz wrote an appeal for the founding of a community entitled The Colony in Tessin, which was to pursue similar goals to the Monte Verità in Ascona, which he knew well. The colony did not come about, but a circle of friends and "thinking circle" gathered around Bruno Goetz, which also included the brothers Friedrich Georg and Ernst Jiinger. This so-called "circle of hills" from Überlingen is part of the background to Ernst Jiinger's sensational novel On the Marble Cliffs from 1939.

Bruno Goetz was married to Elisabeth von Ruckteschell (1886–1963). He had two sisters, Erika Goetz and Margarethe Agnes Binswanger-Goetz, who initially continued his literary legacy and later ceded it to the Friends of Bruno Goetz. In 1999, he passed the responsibility on to the Zurich Central Library.

Work: Bruno Goetz wrote two novels about his time on Monte Verità. In his first novel Das Reich ohne Raum - consisting mainly of dream scenes - the protagonist is a wanderer in the holy fool's robe. It is not difficult to recognize the itinerant speaker and poet Gusto Gräser from Monte Verità in the hiker, who calls young people out of bourgeois security to follow him. His friend Heinrich Goesch, who had Otto Gross analyze him, was also a stimulus for the dreams. Carl Gustav Jung took the work as an opportunity to discuss it in his seminars[4]. His pupil Marie-Louise von Franz commented on it, chapter by chapter, in a new edition.

In the second novel, The Divine Face, he elevates Lotte Hattemer, a settler from Monte Verità, to the status of a saint of nature, who is driven to her death by the colony's analysts (Johannes Nohl and Otto Gross) (Annegret Diethelm and Atillio D'Andrea: The " New light” in the Arcegno waterfall. In: Tessiner Zeitung, 1. October 2010, p. 15).

factories

author

crooks and slaves. A play in 4 acts, Weinböhla 1918

The realm without space. Novel. Kiepenheuer, Potsdam 1919. Extended edition: The realm without space. A chronicle of strange events. New unmutilated edition, Konstanz 1925. New edition with comments by Marie-Louise von Franz: Origo Verlag, Zurich 1962.

The last and the first day - contemporary poems, Verlag Benz & Gen. Überlingen on Lake Constance 1926

The divine face. Novel. 1927.

New nobility. Otto Reichl Verlag, Darmstadt, 1929.

The Winged Horse. poems. Silberburg, Stuttgart 1938.

The seven-headed dragon. novellas. Buhler, Baden-Baden 1948.

The point between the eyes. Novellen, Bühler, Baden-Baden 1948.

The God and the Serpent. ballads. Foreword by Werner Bergengruen. Bellerive, Zurich 1949.

godsongs. poems. Cycle of woodcuts of gods by Werner Gothein. Origo, Zurich 1952.

The potion of life. Poetry. With 6 original etchings by ME Houck, Limited Edition, Chr. Bichsel & Sohn, Zurich 1954

The prisoner and the flute player. Schneider, Heidelberg [1960].

That's all I have to say about Freud. Memories of Sigmund Freud. Friedenau Press, Berlin 1969.

translations

Leo Tolstoy: Anna Karenina

Nikolai Gogol: Master Stories. Manesse, Zurich 1949.

Grazia Deledda: Reeds in the Wind. Roman, Manesse, Zurich 1951

Italian poems. From Emperor Friedrich II. to Gabriele D'Annunzio. Manesse, Zurich 1953.

editor

The young balts. Poems, Charlottenburg 1918

Überlingen Almanac, Überlingen 1925

Carl Thieme, from 1914 Carl Ritter von Thieme (* 30. April 1844 in Erfurt; † 10 October 1924 in Munich) was a German manager in the insurance industry, he was a co-founder of two large German insurance companies, the Munich Reinsurance Company and Allianz AG. Thieme was also its first general director from the founding of the alliance between 1890 and 1904.

Life and work: Thieme's father was director of Thuringia Versicherungs-AG in Erfurt. After school, Carl Thieme completed an apprenticeshipng in his father's company, after which he also worked there. In 1871 he became head of the Munich general agency, and in 1873 head of the Bavarian general agency.

In 1880, together with Theodor von Cramer-Klett, he founded the Munich Reinsurance Company and was its general director until 1922; He remained a member of the supervisory board until his death. In 1888, the company was converted into a public limited company, it was already expanding worldwide in Thieme's time and made a name for itself early on as the largest reinsurance company in the world.

In addition, Thieme was involved with Wilhelm von Finck in 1890 in founding the Allianz insurance company in Berlin.

Honours: With the award of the Order of Merit of the Bavarian Crown by King Ludwig III. Thieme was raised to the personal nobility in 1914. After him, the eastern section of Martiusstraße in Munich at the main administration building of the Munich Reinsurance Company was renamed Thiemestraße.

Family: Carl Thieme married on 10. May 1870 Marie von der Nahmer. The marriage produced seven children. Her first-born son, Friedrich, called Fitz, was born in 1871 and became an authorized signatory in his father's insurance company. The son Walter, born in 1878, studied theology and worked for decades as a pastor and inspector and for several years as chairman of the Berlin City Mission.

After the death of his first wife, who died with their seventh child in 1883, Carl Thieme married Else von Witzleben, who was seventeen years his junior, in 1885. This second marriage produced four more children, three girls and one boy.

In addition, there was the illegitimate son Oskar Thieme, who was born in 1863 and bore his father's family name. In 1921, Carl and Else von Thieme acquired Weißenstein Castle near Matrei in East Tyrol as their family home.

Oskar Thieme (1863–1946) also worked for insurance companies, most recently at Heinrich Fraenkel AG (Hafag) in Berlin. One of Carl Thieme's sons-in-law was the painter, graphic artist and illustrator Walter Schnackenberg (1880-1961).

Frederick child (* 4. March 1768 in Leipzig; † 24 June 1843 in Dresden; Baptismal name Johann Friedrich Kind) was a German poet and writer. In his time he was a widely read author and the librettist of the opera Der Freischütz.

Life: Friedrich Kind's father, Johann Christoph Kind (1728–1793) was a judge and councilor of Leipzig. After his first private lessons, Friedrich attended the Thomasschule there from 1782 to 1786 together with his classmate August Apel (1771–1816), the later author of the Freischütz novella in the ghost book.

Kind studied philosophy and jura at the University of Leipzig from 1786 to 1789. In order to prevent an inappropriate marriage to the sweetheart of his youth, his father sent him after his doctorate in 1789 to work as a trainee at the judicial office in Delitzsch. Here he also wrote texts for a private theater.

In 1792 he went to Dresden, where he was admitted to the bar in 1793. In a lawsuit that attracted attention, he successfully represented Christoph Martin Wieland (1733–1813) against the Weidmann bookstore. In 1793/94 a two-volume collection of poems and stories by Kind was published under the title "Lenardos Schwaermereyen", before, due to working as a lawyer and starting a family, there was a lull in writing until the turn of the century. Then he also turned to drama, although narrative remained his main field. More than 20 volumes of stories were published, some of which were combined into series such as "Tulips", "Roswitha" and "Lindenblüthen".

Financially independent thanks to his father's inheritance, he gave up his legal work in 1816 and devoted himself entirely to writing.

Kind was a founding member of the Dresden Liederkreis. Here he met Carl Maria von Weber (1786–1826) in 1817, with whom he began collaborating. He set Kind's poem "Das Veilchen" to music and, based on its text, created the Singspiel "Der Weinberg an der Elbe", in the performance of which the four-year-old Richard Wagner (1813–1883) played a putto with wings in front of the Dresden court.[1] Kind and Weber agreed that an opera should be based on the novella from Apel's Ghost Book. Kind delivered the libretto to Der Freischütz after ten days, transferring the action to Bohemia and giving it a happy ending. Kind did not see his part in the great success of the opera as sufficiently appreciated, which upset him. In 1818, the Duke of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, on the intercession of Carl Maria von Weber, bestowed the title of Hofrat on Friedrich Kind. Nevertheless, he withdrew from Weber.

Kind's name didn't only appear in connection with Weber. Heinrich Marschner (1795–1861) used Kind's comedy Der Holzdieb for his comic opera of the same name, which premiered in Dresden in 1825. The text for the opera "Das Nachtlager von Granada" by Conradin Kreutzer (1780-1849) is an adaptation of Kind's play of the same name.

Friedrich Kind also pursued a lively editorial activity. For example, after the death of Wilhelm Gottlieb Becker (1753–1813), he was in charge of his “Handbook for Social Pleasure” from 1815 to 1832 and of the Dresdner Abendzeitung, the organ of the Dresden Liederkreis, from 1817 to 1826.

As his popularity faded more and more, he withdrew from literary life in 1832, but published an edition of the Freischütz libretto in 1843 with explanatory and documentary appendixes in order to document his contribution to the success of the opera for posterity.

Friedrich Kind was married twice. In 1794, a year after the death of his father, he married his childhood sweetheart Juliane Wilhelmine, née Zink (1774–1795), who died the following year, a few days after the birth of her son Wilhelm (1795–1813), who died in the wars of liberation. In 1796 he married Friederike, b. Ihle (1780–1849). From this marriage came the daughters Friederika Meta (1798-1846) and Friederike Roswitha (1814-1843).

on the 24th Friedrich Kind died in Dresden on 1 June 1843 and was buried in the Trinity Cemetery.

Works (selection)

Selected Conversations, Vienna 1827 (title page)

Detailed list of digital copies on Wikisource

Charles (1801)

Tulips (1807)

Poems (1808)

The Ghost (1814), online

Van Dyk's Country Life (1817)

The Vineyard on the Elbe (1817)

The Night Camp of Granada (1818)

Der Freischütz (1821), online (libretto English/German)

Recent Poems (1825), online

Selected Conversations, Vienna 1827

The great Christopher

Offerus was a lancer,

A hero of Canaan's lineage;

Had a corpse of twelve marriages;

Does not like to obey, prefers to command.

He doesn't care much

What others scold straight and crooked,

Just thought of bellows, stabbing and fighting,

Only wanted to sell the skin to the biggest.

And when he heard, at that time

Be the Emperor the Lord of Christendom,

He said: "Mr. Kaiser, do you want me?

I didn't want to cheer up a little one's heart."

The emperor looked at the figure of Samson,

The breast of giants and the power of fists,

And said: "Do you want to eternal times

Serve me, Offere, so I can stand it."

Immediately the rude fellow replies:

"With the eternal service it doesn't go so fast,

But as long as I am among your Hatschir,

Let no one turbulate you in East and West."

Then he went with the emperor through the whole country,

Who took a great liking to him;

All men of war at the scuffle and at the cup

Only poor thieves were against the offer.

And while one thought of evil in front of a forest,

Did the Emperor put a small cross in front of his forehead?

Says Offerus aloud to his companion:

"Hey, what antics the gentleman is up to today!"

Then the emperor speaks: "Offer, listen,

I did it because of the evil enemy

He shall with mighty rage and roar

Dwell here in this enchanted forest."

Offero thinks that wonderful;

Says to the emperor defiantly: "Truly,

Have a lust for clubs and deer,

Let us stalk here in this forest."

The Emperor speaks softly: "Offer, no!

Stop hunting in this forest;

Because if you're looking for a roast for your belly,

Could the enemy harm your soul."

Then Offerus pulls a crooked mouth:

"Mr. Kaiser, Mr. Kaiser, the fish are lazy;

Make your highness tremble before the devil,

So will I surrender to the greater Lord."

He calmly demands his penny and wages

And wanders off without a long valet

Go away merrily without delaying

In the middle of the forest, after the thickest trees.

In the forest, on wild heath, was

A devil's altar of black cinders,

Pale human bones shimmered on it

And horse skeletons in the moonlight.

But Offerus is not afraid of it,

Takes a leisurely look at the skulls and bones

Call out the wicked three times in a loud voice

And sits down and starts snoring.

But when midnight appeared,

Does it seem to him as if the earth were cracking,

And sees on a pitch-black steed

A Moorish rider with a large baggage train;

He commands the others to draw for them

And rides upon him with great violence,

will bind him with great promise,

But Offerus speaks: "That will be found!"

And travel with him through the kingdoms of the world,

Liked better with him than with the emperor;

Doesn't need to polish the helm and harness,

Can gamble and drink and bank.

But when they once go on the army road,

Three old crosses stand erect before him;

Suddenly the Moor Prince gets a cold

And says: "Let me slip here through the ravine."

"I think you give way to the gallows wood!"

Speaks Offerus and takes the crossbow and bolt,

Aim boldly at the cross in the middle,

Satan calls softly: "What coarse manners!

Don't you know, in the form of a poor servant

Is Mary's son, uses great violence?"

"If it is so, I came to you unbidden,

So know that I will travel on now!"

Away he rushes from Satan with laughter, then asks

After Mary's son every wayfarer,

But because few carry him in their hearts,

Can no one tell him the dwelling place of the Lord;

Until Offerus one day in the evening hour

Found an old pious hermit,

He gives him a bed in his cell

And sends him to Karthaus in the morning.

There the gentleman listens to the prior offerum

And clearly shows him the path of faith,

Says he must fast and pray

Like John Baptista in the desert.

But this one: "Grasshoppers and pure honey,

Old sir, are entirely against my nature;

Can't you stay in heaven any other way,

So in the end I'd rather stay on the outside."

The prior speaks in warning: "You wicked man!

So start it a different way

And get ready for a good work!"

"Hm, that sounds good, I have the strength for that."

"Look, there flows a mighty river,

Blocking the way of pious pilgrims to Rome,

The tide does not suffer, neither jetty nor bridges,

So lend your back to the believers!"

"If therefore I am pleasing to the Savior,

I'd be happy to carry the wanderers here and there!"

On it he builds a hut of reed mats,

Lived only with beavers and water rats

Carries from hour to hour from one beach to another,

Confident as a camel and elephant,

And do the people want to give him fare money

Thus he speaks: "I carry for everlasting life."

And now after many a long year

The age Offero bleached the hair,

It once calls miserably on a stormy night: "You good,

You dear, you big, you long offer, get over, get over!"

Although Offerus is tired and sleepy,

But think faithfully of Jesus Christ,

Yawning, grabs the trunk of the fir tree,

His stick in high water and mud.

Wade through the water, come near the shore,

But he sees no wanderer there,

Thinks: I once dreamed again,

Lays down again to snore.

And when he has scarcely fallen asleep,

It calls again after a short time

Quite pathetically agile: "You good,

You dear, you big, you long offer, get over, get over!"

Offerus stands up patiently,

begins anew the watercourse,

But as far as the river bank goes,

Neither man nor mouse can be seen.

He lies on his ear, falls asleep growling,

Then he hears it screaming for the third time,

Quite pathetically agile: "You good,

You dear, you big, you long offer, get over, get over!"

For the third time he takes the pine stick

And descends into the cold stream,

Speaks gruffly: "Now at last it must be found

Otherwise the thunder will forgive me my sins!"

He also finds a tender little squire

With golden frizzy hair and bright shine,

A flag of lamb in the left hand,

A globe in the right hand blinking.

The little boy looks up very gently,

He picks it up with two fingers

Puts it on his head and growls: "The little one

Might as well go for a walk with day tickets!"

But when he now come into the flood,

It's getting heavy on his hat;

He pulls the squire down by the legs,

And thinks: "Who should think of the little boy?"

And the burden keeps getting heavier

The water almost grew on his head,

Large drops fell from his forehead,

He almost drowned with the little boy.

And when he finally brought him to shore

Panting, he puts him on the beach:

"Oh sir, please don't do it again

To come, because this time I've been damaged!"

Then the lovely boy baptizes him,

Says: "Know, your sins are forgiven,

And even if your limbs were broken,

Be happy, you carried the savior of the worlds!

Plant your staff in the ground as a sign

Which, long withered, gave no more leaves;

In the morning he will show himself green,

And you shall henceforth be called Crustophorus."

Then Christopher folds his hands;,

Speaks in prayer: "I feel it, my end is near,

My bones tremble, my strength is fading,

And God has forgiven all my sins."

The Savior vanished into a bright light,

Christopher fell on his face

Then put his little stick into the ground,

And see if it would turn green.

And look! in the morning it was green

Began to bloom red like almonds;

The angels will have it in three days

Carried Christopher in Abraham's lap.