Frida Uhl
Frida Uhl Strindberg (4 April 1872 – 28 June 1943) was an Austrian writer and translator, who was closely associated with many important figures in 20th-century literature. She was married to Swedish playwright August Strindberg. She was the daughter of Friedrich Uhl, editor of the Wiener Zeitung, and Maria Uhl, a Catholic. She met Strindberg in early 1893, when she was only 20; they soon married and she at once tried to organize a production of his work in England, and took his financial affairs in hand. They had a daughter, Kerstin, together. Strindberg did not approve the active role Frida was taking in his business affairs, and the marriage ended in divorce in 1895.
Frank Wedekind was the father of Frida's second child. She sent her children to be cared for by her parents. With a later lover, the poet Hanns Heinz Ewers, she started the first German cabaret in 1900. She was closely involved with several writers of the Young Vienna movement, such as the poet Peter Altenberg for whom she organized a subscription, and the journalist Karl Kraus, whom she convinced to sponsor a reading of Wedekind's Pandora's Box.
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Worthwhile
by: WorthwhileWell here goes nothing; it’s well past due.
Everything I worried about has all come true.
Believe me I’ve tried to ignore the small stuff
But I’m putting my foot down, enough is enough.
Stuck at a standstill, and there is no where else to go
My beating heart and trembling hands show this isn’t what I had planned
I’ve run my feet bare and my throat dry
I finally see you’re the only way out of this world alive.
Why is this so simple in theory?
You forgive and I accept
I'm sorry Lord, I really am. My life is yours to take.
Sink or swim, Do or die
I'm done with life; make me feel alive.
I wanted in, now all I want is out
I can finally see this was never for me
Well here goes nothing; it’s well past due.
Everything I worried about has all come true.
Believe me I’ve tried to ignore the small stuff
But I’m putting my foot down, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”
Every single day seems do be too much for me.
But when all of this is said and done
I'd do anything to hear the words “Good job son.”
It is time to cut it off. It’s time to let it bleed.
Best an eye or tooth than the death of me.
Blind, battered, bruised but at least I’ll agree
This is the only way I’ll feel free.
Why is this so simple in theory?
You forgive and I accept
I am trying Lord, I really am. This life is yours to take.
Sink or swim, Do or die
I’m done with life; make me feel alive.
I wanted in, now all I want is out.
I can finally see this was never for me.
I have found my life. This is where I want to be.