Trivium Art History
Adolf Wölfli

From the Cradle to the Grave, Excerpt

By Adolf Wölfli, 1912

Crucifixion of the Holy St. Adolf, Adolf Wölfli

Whosoever wants to travel, through the whole world: Truly needs some, kreuzers of cash: And some good sausage. I still live in a tent today: where, still, the house-dog barks: I am terribly thirsty.

What do you want with my child: It is, after all, blind every day: Has neither house, nor home: It goes to one terrible foe: He means to scab it: this is the loveliest rhyme: Oh, new courage, oh, young blood: come home my child, come home.

Signed, Adolf Wölfli, Author of the following details,

Bern, Switzerland, Europe, 1912.

I can rock the whale, the whale rides it.

Abandoned in the cell: wounded, ill and blind: Borne by the wave: sit today, my dear child: whosoever's hungry, may bark: the warhose flies in the wind: the pointer with the trowel: is truly my worst foe.

And today it's quick again: But we have gone astray: If you want to, my child, then Chirre: It's truly naught, but Schmirre: Yes, I'm blacker than the chimney: And if you want, then girre: We do not eat, we do not drink: We ascend, to God.