Bald ist es Herbst…


Das poetische Zimmer

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~ Ein Hauch von Sommer ~

Bald ist es Herbst und Nebel atmet klamm
die späte Blume auf den Fluren an,
nur einmal noch möcht ich vom Sommer schreiben,
ein kleiner Hauch wird immer von ihm bleiben,
ein Funke Licht im Blattwerk, in der Hand
entfacht in kalten Nächten einen Brand,
der wärmt an Herz und Seele karge Tage
und Sehnsuchtsblicke lesen ohne Frage
die Knospen himmelwärts und blaue Weiten
aus allen Strophen der verblassten Zeiten;
das Meer in mir hat seine Spur gefunden,
ich seh mich an im Spiegel dieser Stunden
und Südwind säuselt sacht im Winterohr
sein altes Lied ins Flechtwerk dunkler Zweige;
Erinnerung bringt alles neu zum Blühn
und hoffnungsfroh ein frisches Frühlingsgrün
berührt, verströmt den Duft von zartem Flor
und letztes Grau geht irgendwann zur Neige…


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Holz aus Skandinavien

Sehr interessant- in Hayle- in der Nähe von Penzance haben wir “Norway Quay”. Holz war in alten Zeit gebracht.

Das kurze, aber bewegte Leben des Frachtdampfers „Fürth“

Die neunte Fahrt des Dampfschiffes „Fürth“ vom 5. April 1911 bis 24. September 1911 ist jetzt online. Es ist die einzige Fahrt der „Fürth“ auf der Skandinavien-Linie der Deutsch-Australischen Dampfschiffs-Gesellschaft.

In Schweden wurden Gothenburg (Göteburg) und in Norwegen Frederikstad angelaufen und dort große Mengen Holz geladen. Aber auch reichlich Sprengstoffe waren mit an Bord. In Australien gab es ebenfalls zwei neue Destinationen: Geelong in Victoria und Port Pirie in Südaustralien.

Leider taucht die „Fürth“ im Hafen von Geelong auch in der Kategorie „Schiffs-Unfälle“ auf.

Zum Abschluss werden wir noch erfahren, was es mit „Macassar Boengie“ auf sich hat.

Alle Details jetzt auf folgender Seite: In Skandinavien

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Pierre Bonnard: The world beyond

Wonderful, remarkable

The Eclectic Light Company

My final selection of paintings by Pierre Bonnard looks at one of his most interesting pictorial devices: the landscape view through French or other windows.

Bonnard developed a taste for views from high points in his cityscapes of Paris during the last years of the nineteenth century. Many of his paintings from that time adopt a high viewpoint from the second or third floor, and look down on bustling people, carriages, and pets in the street. But as far as I can see, he didn’t include the frame of the window in those views.

bonnardstreetscene1910 Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947), Street Scene (The Auteuil Viaduct) (c 1910), oil on canvas, 61.5 x 46.3 cm, Private collection. The Athenaeum.

The first sign of him framing a view in this way is in an unusual painting of this Street Scene (The Auteuil Viaduct) made in this town to the west of Paris in about 1910…

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Interesting, naturally one thinks of the Danish Nobleman and Astronomer whose observations helped Kepler formulate his famous laws.

Names Throughout the Ages

Tycho is the Latinized form of Danish Tyge, itself the Danish form of Tóki which comes from Old Norse element Þórr meaning “thunder” which comes from Proto-Germanic *Þunraz (thunder) which derives from a PIE root word. I’ve also seen it listed as possibly being a Latinized form of Greek Tychon meaning “to hit a target; hitting the mark” deriving from PIE root word *dʰewgʰ- (to produce; to be strong, have force). In Greek mythology, Tychon is the name of a daemon of fertility; there’s also another Tychon who is the daemon of chance or accident, who is similar to Tyche, a Greek goddess of fortune,  chance, providence, and fate (even their names come from the same root word).

Origin: Proto-Indo-European



  • Tyge (Danish)
  • Thyge (Danish)
  • Tyko (Finnish)
  • Tóki (Ancient Scandinavian)
  • Tychon (Ancient Greek)

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Odilon Redon: Etruscan Vase With Flowers (1900-1910)

At Sunnyside - Where Truth and Beauty Meet

Odilon Redon, “Etruscan Vase With Flowers”, (1900-1910),Metropolitan Museum of Art, Maria DeWitt Jesup Fund, 1951; acquired from The Museum of Modern Art, Lillie P. Bliss Collection

Quotes from Odilon Redon:

“I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.”   Odilon Redon from The Art Story

“My originality consists in bringing to life, in a human way, improbable beings and making them live according to the laws and probability, by putting – as far as possible – the logic of the visible at the service of the invisible.”  Odilon Redon from The Art Story

Mission Accomplished!

This painting, like…

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Herbst kommt;Oy in Berlin zu sein!!


Many places in Berlin continue to exist today in nothing but curious, often old-fashioned names. Gone is the ski-jump which was the namesake for Zehlendorf’s Sprungschanzestraße; gone the vineyards and the winemakers who inspired Weinmeisterstraße, Weinbergspark (Volkspark am Weinberg) or the original name of today’s Kreuzbergstraße, Weinmeisterweg; gone the Schöneberger Hafen, once a Landwehrkanal harbour which lives on in the name Hafenplatz, a small plaza and a little park built on its site.

One of the most famous vanished Berlin locations whose name continues to be present in the city’s life to this day (even if its fame is more of infame really) is Görlitzer Bahnhof. Most people associate it with the U-Bahn station of the same name – U-Bhf  “Görlitzer Bahnhof” on the U1/U3 line – unaware of the fact that the station erected by Siemens & Halske on the crossing Skalitzer-, Wiener- and Oranienstraße was itself named after…

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The Two Red Towers-Translated by Arthur Waley

(A Satire against Clericalism)

Po Chu-I(A.D.772-846)

The Two Red Towers
North and south rise facing each other.
I beg to ask, to whom do they belong?
To the two Princes of the period Chēng Yüan.
The two Princes blew on their flutes and drew down fairies
from the sky,
Who carried them off through the Five Clouds, soaring away
to Heaven.
Their halls and houses, that they could not take with them,
Were turned into Temples planted in the Dust of the World.
In the tiring-rooms and dancers’ towers all is silent and still;
Only the willows like dancers’ arms, and the pond like a mirror.
When the flowers are falling at yellow twilight, when things are sad and hushed,
One does not hear songs and flutes, but only chimes and bells.
The Imperial Patent on the Temple doors is written in letters of gold;
For nuns’ quarters and monks’ cells ample space is allowed.
For green moss and bright moonlight—plenty of room provided;
In a hovel opposite is a sick man who has hardly room to lie down.
I remember once when at P’ing-yang they were building a great man’s house
How it swallowed up the housing space of thousands of ordinary men.
The Immortals are leaving us, two by two, and their houses are turned into Temples;
I begin to fear that the whole world will become a vast