“And I say that all we see and feel and know, without and within us, is one mighty poem of striving, one vast and subtle tragedy. That to remain unperturbed and serene within this turbulent and drifting flow of hope and sorrow, light and darkness, is the uttermost position and fact attainable to the soul…”
Thank you for commemorating Sullivan with such an informative and thoughtful post. It’s very sad that his brilliance and talent plummeted and he lived in misery for so many decades. It’s a sorry contrast to his initial enthusiasm and excitement that he brought to Chicago when he stepped off the train there for the first time. Too bad he’ll never know what joy and beauty he would bring to so many through his stunning designs and visionary thinking.
I look forward to your next post. Thanks again for this one.
Thank you for commemorating Sullivan with such an informative and thoughtful post. It’s very sad that his brilliance and talent plummeted and he lived in misery for so many decades. It’s a sorry contrast to his initial enthusiasm and excitement that he brought to Chicago when he stepped off the train there for the first time. Too bad he’ll never know what joy and beauty he would bring to so many through his stunning designs and visionary thinking.
I look forward to your next post. Thanks again for this one.
Very interesting and poignant remembrance of Louis Sullivan's final years.
"...one mighty poem of striving, one vast and subtle tragedy."