
Between art and madness
Fleeing his conservative family, Friedrich Wilhelm Wagner was searching for freedom. This search led the poet to Zurich and into the circles of Dadaism.
Abend
Der Tag verklang
In einem rosenen Ton.
Das Wasser sang sich müde.
Es dämmert schon.
Im tiefen Park erwacht
Leis ein Grauen.
Fröstelnd vor der Nacht
Stehn steinerne Frauen.
Evening
The day faded away
In a rosy hue.
The water sang wearily.
It’s already getting light.
In the depths of the park
Something ugly stirs.
Shivering in the night
Stone women stand.
These lines were written in 1920 by German poet Friedrich Wilhelm Wagner, who was part of the literary scene in Zurich for a while. It is one of his last works, published in his poetry volume Jungfrauen platzen männertoll.
It was certainly not the kind of art and literature his father liked. Wagner Senior was a teacher, and a devotee of the bygone imperial age. Growing up in a patriarchal environment, the young Friedrich Wilhelm saw himself constantly thwarted by parental pressure: it was important that he make something decent of himself. He did in fact begin a degree course in economics and philosophy in Munich; however, he pursued his studies only half-heartedly. His true passion lay in writing poems, which he sold to various newspapers but also published in a first volume of poetry.
The then 22-year-old Friedrich Wilhelm Wagner heard the call of the liberal-minded Bohemians. He came to Zurich in June 1914, and attached himself to the expressionist art scene from which the Dadaists would later emerge. Wagner wrote, mostly in the Café Astoria, like ‘a man possessed’, as one acquaintance put it. He had brought his drug addiction with him from Paris to Zurich.
In 1918 Friedrich Wilhelm was declared mentally ill as a ‘chronic morphine addict’ and was admitted to the Heilanstalt Eglfing sanatorium near Munich until March 1919. It wasn’t his last stay in a clinic. After two more years of restless roaming and the production of several literary works, of which Irrenhaus (Madhouse), which reflected his experiences but also his fantasies in the mental hospital, became known to a wider audience, Friedrich Wilhelm Wagner returned home, once again under pressure from his father. Heinrich Wagner had already given up any notion that his son would become an academic.
…Allen Dingen wieder
Lächelnd, gut gesinnt,
Schweif ich durch mein Leben,
Träumer, Held und Kind…
…All things again
Smiling, favourably disposed,
I amble through my life,
Dreamer, hero and child…
Friedrich Wilhelm Wagner worked as a bank clerk until his early death in 1931. But, as promised, he never published another poem.


