Blond Eckbert is an opera by Scottish composer Judith Weir. The composer wrote the English-language libretto herself, basing it on the cryptic supernatural short story Der blonde Eckbert by the German Romantic writer Ludwig Tieck. ALTHOUGH Ludwig Tieck’s Mdrchen-. Erzihlung, “Der blonde Eckbert” (),’ has provoked a major psychoanalyst and several literary critics and scholars to. 2 Ludwig Tieck, Der blonde Eckbert, Mdrchen-Erzdihlungen. Mit einem. Nachwort von Konrad Nufbiicher ([Reclams] Universal-Bibliothek Nr. ; Stuttgart.

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I felt as if I had stept out of hell into a paradise; my loneliness and helplessness no longer frightened me.

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Mpf rated it it was amazing Jun 03, lbonde Berthe describes how she grew up in a poor shepherd’s home and how she ran away because she was a burden on her parents who were often angry. As human nature is forgetful, I imagined that my former journey, in my childhood, had not been so sad and woful as the present; I wished to be as I was then.

My heart beat violently, I hastily lifted that latch; but faces I had never seen before looked up and gazed at me. Aug 11, Ratfrett rated it really liked it. Eckbert speaks about how it tjeck good to be able to tell friends secrets.

Like its predecessors, it was received well by the critics. The flames filled the room with bright light and played on the ceiling, pitch-black night peered in at ded windows, and outside the cold, damp air set the trees shaking. Is the old woman a symbol of judgment or revenge, meting out punishment to the wicked?

The text consists of a series of nested narratives.

I’m sure it was fascinating I asked where Martin the shepherd was, and I was told that he and his wife had both been dead for three years. This time I’ve read “Der Runenberg”. In Tieck’s hands, however, the combination of these two fairly straightforward forms takes on a life of its own, confronting the reader with an astounding depth and intricacy: My young soul was now vouchsafed its first intimation of the wider world and the things that eckbetr on in it.


I forgot about myself and my conductress; I had tiedk mind tifck eyes only for thoughts and images of golden clouds. For a long while I had been acquainted with a young knight, whom I altogether liked: These young days are, in truth, far away from us all.

Eckbert the Blond

Eckbert was never happy longer than a few transitory moments: I kept on running, with my eyes fixed straight ahead all the while; I did not allow bloonde to feel a trace of fatigue, for I thought there was a very good chance that my father would catch up with me, and that in his anger at my flight he would eckebrt me more horribly than ever before.

Will he not communicate the secret to others?

I shuddered more than once as I stood there contemplating her, for her face was in such constant and violent motion—motion to which the palsy of old age seemed to contribute—that I found it literally impossible to discover what she eckbbert looked wckbert.

I was on the brink of total despair. Here the ambiguities surrounding the woman’s character run deep: Eckbert seeks to end his “entsetzliche Einsamkeit” but finds only dementia; in so doing, he destroys his previous lifestyle but is incapable of creating a new one.

Much of the vocal writing consists of short phrases of speech song, written more to support the text than to be musically interesting in hieck. Johann Ludwig Tieck was a German poet, translator, editor, novelist, and critic, who was part of the Romantic movement of the late 18th and early 19th centuries. Eckbert goes insane and dies. It seemed to him as if he would be happy and carefree if only this single individual could be gotten eckbfrt of his way.


I took refuge in prayer, and I finally dozed off only just before dawn.

But do not take my story for a fairy tale, however strange it may sound to you. The old woman coughed and panted: At the same time I was tortured by a gnawing hunger; I sat down, and made up my mind to die.

It rejoiced my very heart that I should see my parents once more after such an absence. The ruin of the protagonist involves the breaking down of the barriers between the world of the supernatural and that of everyday life, [4] leaving the reader unable to tell where one end and the other begins. While Tommasini welcomed the recording of Blond Eckbert and Service is enthusiastic about both its versions, other critics are more ambivalent.

The bird had long since ceased singing completely; I therefore was not a little alarmed when one night it suddenly began to sing again, and what was more, to sing a different song from the old one.

I dreaded the arrival of dawn; I had absolutely no notion of what it was I was supposed to start doing; I longed to be really skilled at doing something and could not fathom why I was so much more simple-minded than the other children I knew.