Magnolia branches once morest a blue sky, spring cups below. In addition, light that penetrates into the tired bones, they groan, they crack, and the flowers sway in the wind. Spring is the most brutal of all seasons, and at the same time the most tender, which is why in these days of transition I always have to think of Eros, which is also a mediator of existential ambivalence. We recently gathered in Gmunden for “Eros der Sommerfrische” to bring him to mind, him and the patron and salon lady Margaret Stonborough-Wittengenstein, Ludwig’s sister. …
