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Die bemerkenswerten Fotografien von Schiffskoch Carl Schiesser aus Ochsenfurt

Ich mochte gern dies atmospharisches Bilder

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Carl Schiesser (Karl Schießer) mit seiner Kamera, Aufnahme vermutlich zwischen 1912-1914 in Parramatta (Großraum Sydney), Fotograf unbekannt; Album Carl Schiesser, National Library of Australia, https://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-153362071/view

Eine kurze Karriere auf See

Carl Schiesser aus Ochsenfurt hatte eine kurze Karriere als Schiffskoch. Sie kann nicht länger als zwei bis drei Jahre gedauert haben.

Der 1889 in Ochsenfurt (Unterfranken) geborene Schiesser ging nach Kochlehre und Militärdienst nach Australien.

Die Kosten für seine Überfahrt hat Schiesser wahrscheinlich auf dem NDL-Dampfer „Scharnhorst“ als Schiffskoch abgearbeitet. In Parramatta, Großraum Sydney lebt er bei Verwandten (Freunden?), wie viele Aufnahmen vom ihm nahelegen. Die meiste Zeit verbrachte er jedoch auf See. Er arbeitete als erster Schiffskoch (chief cook) auf dem Dampfer „Prinz Sigismund“.

Wir finden Schiesser auf Mannschaftlisten vom Dezember 1912 und März 1913. Im August 1914 war Schiesser immer noch (oder wieder) als Schiffskoch auf der „Prinz Sigismund“. Damit war seine Seefahrerkarriere auch schon…

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Franz Marc: The Foxes (1913)

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Franz Marc, The Foxes, (1913), oil on canvas, eight: 880 mm (34.64 in); width: 660 mm (25.98 in), Museum Kunstpalast , Image Source: wikimedia

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The Glass Hotel (2020), by Emily St John Mandel

I enjoyed “Almost English”- chacun à son goût!

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I’ve been having a bit of a binge on the M shelf: nothing to make a serious dent in it, but when I didn’t have room for Simon Mawer’s new novel Ancestry, I chose four books at random for the bedside table.  I can’t imagine what possessed me to buy Almost English by Charlotte Mendelson and I abandoned it, but I enjoyed Claire Messud’s The Woman Upstairs (see my review); Andrew Miller’s Now We Shall Be Entirely Free is looking good so far, and Emily St John Mandel’s The Glass Hotel has turned out to be an excellent choice!

Quite apart from the subject matter, which is a splendid takedown of the amoral greed of neoliberalism, I really enjoyed the fractured narrative. The Glass Hotel is a cunningly structured jigsaw puzzle which reveals its interlocking parts over the course of its 300 pages.  It’s a book that…

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Odilon Redon: La Voile grise (1900-05)

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Odilon Redon (1840-1916), La Voile grise signed ´ODILON REDON’ (lower right) oil on canvas 13 7/8 x 15 1/8 in. Painted circa 1900-05, Image Source: Christie’s

When, in 1893, Redon began to use colour, the nightmarish and macabre visions that had previously predominated in the drawings he called his Noirs gave way to a brighter vision of the world.
La Voile grise is thus emblematic of Redon’s lyrical seascapes in which he depicted small stranded boats, a theme he would later return to in dozens of paintings and pastelsAs indicated by the sky shot through by a rainbow of dazzling multicoloured stripes, Redon shares with Mallarmé and the Symbolist poets the idea that Art should not describe the subject itself but rather the effect the subject produces. “He knew how to suggest an ambiance without spelling it out,” notes John Rewald, “how to indicate things without defining…

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December 23 – Celebration of a birthday

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December 23

A sip and a smoke on the back porch,
then its starts to snow;
it seems the night
has decided to number
its ghosts.

No snowflakes settle; beyond reproach,
all absolved — go, go,
a cull of light;
as my birthday remembers
its lost.

Carol Ann Duffy (1955 -


December 23

pavlova and BBQ on the beach
the day full of light
and gives warmth
to all the cells
of my now

so many memories have rescinded
like missing snowflakes
that once came to my window
and momentarily settled
before melting away

Richard Scutter

Well interesting that I share a birthday with Carol Ann Duffy. And that she mentions the snow in relation to the passing years as people like ghosts are recalled before fading like disappearing flakes of snow.

It was snowing heavily when I was born. It was so cold, I got quite a shock…

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Doughboy & Other Poems

I’ve been reading “The Wasteland” recently so rather interested in decadence and pastiche.

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The Blackbird and the Cherubs.

Fascinating material and interesting symbolism. I need to study a few dates – these issues seem to underlie other rebellions too a little later.

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Once on a morning of sweet recreation

I heard a fair lady a-making her moan,

With sighing and sobbing and sad lamentation,

Aye singing, ‘My Blackbird for ever is flown!

He’s all my heart’s treasure, my joy, and my pleasure,

So justly, my love, my heart follows thee;

And I am resolved, in foul or fair weather,

To seek out my Blackbird, wherever he be.

This song was sung in Scotland both before the 1715 Jacobite Rebellion and after it – and as the Editor of ‘The Jacobite Songs and Ballads’ (1861) makes clear, ‘The Blackbird’ was the nick-name his friends gave to the Old Pretender – James Frances Edward Stuart.

He had a very dark complexion – a characteristic he shared with his father-in-law, Charles II, who was named ‘The Black Boy’ by his mother – and described as a ‘tall, black man’ on Wanted…

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Marianne Stokes: Angels Entertaining the Holy Child

Adrian Stokes was fascinating too- a poet who had a psychoanalysis with Melanie Klein.

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Marianne Stokes (1855-1927), Angels Entertaining the Holy Child, signed ‘Marianne Stokes’ (lower right), oil on canvas, 56 ¾ x 68 ¾ in. (144.2 x 174.6 cm.) Image Source: Christie’s

“A converted sail loft in St Ives provided the backdrop to a series of religious pictures that the Austrian-born painter Marianne Stokes completed during her residence in the town between 1887 and 1899. Her husband Adrian was a pivotal member of the early St Ives colony… The Cornish Telegraph was able to review it before its journey on the train, thus: “The mother, fragile and worn, with more delicate beauty of feature than Mrs Stokes usually aims at, is seated, leaning back, quietly sleeping, on a grey rug against a pile of straw, the straw being painted with particular singularity of detail. In her lap lies the Holy Child, bound in swathing bands, and standing side by side are two twin…

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Autoportrait Day 304~ Doris Lee

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A random survey of self-portraits created by women through the centuries

American Painter and illustrator Doris Lee (1904-1983)

Self-Portrait, c.1935 / Oil on canvas / D. Wigmore Fine Art, Inc, New York, NY

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Dec. 30, 2021~ Doris Lee, Unjustly Forgotten, Gets a Belated but Full Blown Tribute
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/30/arts/design/doris-lee-overlooked-artist-exhibition.html

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REBLOG: ‘Rooted in Love’ by Cindy Georgakas

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Poem:

Rooted in love,
Grounded in substance,
of the matrix of our heart
that maps us from country to country,
continent to continent,
home to home,
cell to cell.

When we sift through
the hatred, greed,
immaterial and political divide
that should be banned,
colors collide.

Won’t you stand with me and ban all racism,
all segregation,
all judgment
and be the light of the world?

I wish you peace, so
You might sleep.
Enough food that your belly is satisfied,
presence of mind,
that you might think before you act,
instinct, to ward off danger,

Love so you may remember together,
we are one
and always hope,
so we unite and wake up
to always do right,
Rooted In Love.

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Originally published by Cindy Georgakas

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