This is different not bad exactly. There are poignant moments though they are woven and buried in odd interludes. The semi-autobiographical portions are the clearest while there lacks exposition  and context for the abrupt breaks of memories being recounted, other artists, writers, poets and stories. So, there’s a fever dream quality at times.

The real take away for me was the semi-autobiographical parts that reveal Rilke’s personality and the later end with his thoughts on women and love/loving.