I'm reading Robert Walser right now for my Poetics of the Short Short Narrative class I'm taking with Deb Olin Unferth. We're reading specific short shorts, and not this one, but I couldn't help but read its two and half pages when I happened upon it.
From "Poets":
"If, again, it is asked: How and where, i.e. in what sorts of dwelling, do writers mostly live?, the answer is very simply this: It is a fact that they prefer to live, often, in attics, high up, with views all around, because from there they enjoy the broadest and freest outlook upon the world. They also like, as is well known, to be independent and unconstrained. Let us hope that they pay the rent, sometimes, as punctually as possible."
When I read this I nearly cried with joy: That's me! That's me! Does this mean I'm a writer?
If you know me, you know that's me. Have you read my essay "Within the Frame?" Didn't I say that? Isn't that me? I do pay my rent, too, and always punctually and always within the three day grace period.
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