Midnight Porch


Red Monarch

Xmas Tree

Record Store Day

Much-a Mucha

Dedication to the works of Alphonse Maria Mucha (1860-1939):


Snow Queen and Child:

The next few paintings are from his Magnum Opus “The Slav Epic.” You can find more information on the series, as well as the entire gallery of the Slav Epic, by clicking here

“Slavs in their Original Homeland: Between the Turanian Whip and the Sword of the Goths” – 1912

“The Introduction of the Slavonic Liturgy: Praise the Lord in Your Native Tongue” – 1912

“The Abolition of Serfdom in Russia: Work in Freedom is the Foundation of a State” – 1914

“Apotheosis of the Slavs: Slavs for Humanity” – 1926

Mucha, the man himself.

Ode to Beautiful Jugendstil Darmstadt

Or at least what’s left of it. Much of it was unfortunately destroyed by Allied bombing in World War II, the worst of which was on September 11, 1944. But there are still traces of beauty that endure. Since I spent five of the most wonderful years of my life there, I want to share these pictures and brief comments:


This is the beautiful Schloß Marktplatz circa 1900 where they hold the yearly Weihnachtsmarkt (Christmas Market). This area was spared the bombing and still looks exactly now as it did back then.


Just across the way from the Marktplatz is the main square of town, the Luisenplatz, where every strata of life mixes from the businesswoman changing trains to loitering beer-swilling punk rockers with green-spiked hair.






These last five images are of the Rosenhöhe (Rose Hill) upon whose benches I first fell in love. Smiles to you Angi Zimmer, wherever you are.


This wonderful place is Ground Zero for the Jugendstil movement (German variant of Art Nouveau). It was founded by Hesse-Darmstadt Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig in 1899 as an artist colony where the people of his duchy could contemplate all of the possibilities of life. It thankfully also survived the bombing.



These two pictures are of the Orangerie, the beautiful Baroque garden I used bike through everyday on my way to work. I used to pick really tart kumquats off of trees lining this path when the mood would strike.




And finally it’s nice to know there will be more than just nostalgia when I go back to visit Darmstadt. This is one of Friedensreich Hundertwasser’s final creations, Waldspirale (Wooded Spiral). I’ve never seen it in the flesh because it was finished in 2000, two years after I moved and a year after Hundertwasser died. And yes, this is a real residential apartment house with real people living in it. Hmmm, might I one day be one of them???

A Song for You

Leon Russell, Willie Nelson, and Ray Charles, but the song really gets goin’ when Ray hits the mic.

le parkour

Fuck flying, perhaps I’ll just employ my mad parkour skills all the way to New Mexico:

Neue Sachlichkeit (New Objectivity)

Dr. Ingrao just asked me to take over his November 11th lecture on the Interwar Period in Central Europe. Yea! Time to get in the mood by putting myself in that picture a bit.

“Daum Marries Her Pedantic Automaton George in May 1920; John Heartfield Is Very Glad of It” – George Grosz 1920

“Cardplaying War-Cripples” – Otto Dix 1920

“Republican Automations” – George Grosz 1920

“Rooftop Studio” – Rudolf Schlichter c. 1922

Morning at the Window


T.S. Eliot (1917)

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

From the Morning

Awake on a Saturday morning
Well before light
I’d like to thank Nick Drake
And his shining insight:


A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around.

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around

So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

English Nonsense

I love English Nonsense. Of course Lewis Carroll was a master, but I find its greatest culmination here. At least until one of us can do better.

There’s no place like home…

Look. Daniel sent me a ruby red slipper. A Pierre Silber apparently. Kisses D.