The Lanes in November

Beautiful photographs!!

life at the edge

It’s been a while since I walked along the lanes around here, but now I have had my back sorted out by the chiropractor and my foot on the way to recovery with a little help from the podiatrist I thought I’d start walking more again. Small steps first.

We have had a lot of rain. And gales. And more rain. The lanes are flooded and the trails around the hill are muddy and boggy and slippery so I decided to stay on the tarmac and have a wander down to the little woodland area that is about a mile or so from our house. Dead soggy leaves line the lane, with puddles for the unwary to step into.

Despite the hurricane force winds we experienced last week there were still some leaves on the trees which are mainly broadleaf natives such as beech, oak, ash, birch and field maples,

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Nadar: the story of a photography pioneer

Fascinating introduction to an early photographer.

Last year the Bibliothèque nationale de France organised Les Nadar, un légende photographique, an exhibition on this family of photographers (accompanying catalogue: S950.b.201.5289 featuring Paul Nadar’s portrait of Sarah Bernhardt on the cover). The most important of these was Gaspard-Félix Tournachon, photography pioneer, freelance writer and caricaturist, known by his pseudonym, Nadar. In addition, his son Paul and his half-brother Adrien Tournachon were gifted photographers.

Caricature of F. Nadar in La lune, 1867, 2015.8.2833

Félix Nadar was born in 1820 into a family of printers and booksellers in Lyon. From a young age he was an admirer of Dumas, Hugo and Balzac. He started to study medicine in Lyon but once his father died in 1837, he had to quit and moved to Paris. There he started his career as writer and caricaturist, collaborating in some journals. He frequented the Parisian bohemian scene in the Latin Quarter; where…

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On the fringes of Dada in Berlin

It seems to be almost a running joke that British people find it difficult to name a famous Belgian. This post highlights a major work of an important and influential 20th century Flemish poet who should definitely be more widely known and who was briefly on the periphery of the Dada movement in Berlin after World War I.

Paul van Ostaijen in Germany, 1920 via Wikimedia Commons

Paul van Ostaijen (1896-1928) was from Antwerp where he gained a reputation as a dandy within bohemian circles. He was a political activist for the Flemish independence movement, and his flight to Berlin at the very end of World War I meant that he escaped a short delayed prison sentence, imposed earlier that year for demonstrating against the pro-French speaking Cardinal Mercier. He was already a published poet and critic, and during the two and a half years that he spent in…

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Die Pinguine lassen mich nicht los – Zeichnung von Susanne Haun

Lovely penguins- really sweet!!

Susanne Haun

Es hört sich an als ob der nächste Salon am 29. Oktober 2019, 18 Uhr (Klick) in meinem Atelier noch in weiter Ferne scheint, jedoch weiss ich, wie schenll die Zeit vergeht und zeichne weiter an meine Afrika Impressionen.

Die Pinguine lassen mich nicht los. Die Beobachtung der Pinguine gehört zu meinen schönsten Erinnerungen an die Afrika Reise vor nun schon fast zwei Jahren. Hier ist der Link (Klick), der zum Blogbeitrag führt, in dem ich über diesen besonderen Tag berichte.

Afrika, Pinguin, Zeichnung von Susanne Haun (c) VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn 2019Afrika, Pinguin, Zeichnung von Susanne Haun (c) VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn 2019

Ich zeichne für die kleinen Arbeiten immernoch in der Größe 15 x 15 cm. Da ich meine Blätter immer voll ausnutze, muss ich mir tatsächlich einen Bleistiftrahmen dieser Größe zeichnen, damit ich innerhalb meines Passepartoutausschnitts bleibe. Das amüsiert mich etwas, vor dem Rahmen wird der Ausschnitt wieder ausradiert.

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Mein Sinnbild von Gertrude Stein – Collage von Susanne Haun

I have a feeling that it was her brother that was really the great collector of Matisse and so on. She was not an easy character to fit in!!

Susanne Haun

Entstehung Mein Sinnbild von Gertrude Stein, 65 x 50 cm, Tusche auf Hahnemuehle Aquarellkarton, Collage von Susanen Haun (c) VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn 2019Entstehung Mein Sinnbild von Gertrude Stein, 65 x 50 cm, Tusche auf Hahnemuehle Aquarellkarton, Collage von Susanen Haun (c) VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn 2019

Gertrude Stein war die Mutter der modernen Literatur.

Im großen von Uda Strädling herausgegebenen Gertrude Stein Lesebuch bezeichnet die Autorin die Literatin als “Sprachversucherin”, eine sehr gelungene Definition, wie ich finde. Hier eine Kostprobe ihres experimentellen Stils:

„Und worum geht es. Darum was vorgeht.
Was vorgeht führt ein anderes Wort ein
und das ist so gut wie ja.
Gertrude Stein, »Hört doch“

Bekannt dürfte Gertrude Stein vor allem durch den Textauszug “A Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose …” sein. Die Anzahl der Rosen variiert dabei je nach Veröffentlichung. Diese simple Aussage begleitet mich schon eine geraume Zeit durch mein Leben und hat mir tatsächlich des öfteren als Weisheit in meinem Werdegang geholfen.

Die Collage von Gertrude Stein sollte eigentlich schon zur Ausstellung

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Fontane – 200

I really like his poetry- over the Tay Bridge Disaster u.sw.

200 years ago, on December 30, 1819, Theodor Fontane, one of the best-known 19th century German authors, was born. He grew up in Neuruppin, a small town in the Mark Brandenburg north of Berlin. He trained and worked as a pharmacist before embarking on a literary career, starting as a journalist before becoming one of the most prolific novelists of the 19th century.

The 200th anniversary of his birth is being celebrated throughout this year with numerous exhibitions and events in the Brandenburg region (more details here). The main exhibition is being held in Neuruppin from March 30 to December 30 and aims to give an insight into Fontane’s authorial practice. This exhibition is accompanied by a catalogue which the library has acquired (C202.b.3557).

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Adventures in Bohemia

Fascinating posting and covers so much. Been reading a Viennese writer, Thomas Bernhard and wishing I was there too!

the adventurous ethnographer

Come here, all you Bohemians, seafarers, dock whores, and ships
unanchored. Don’t you want to be Bohemians, all you Illyrians,
Veronese and Venetians. Play the comedies that make us laugh

until we cry.

Bohemia Lies by the Sea‘ by Ingeborg Bachmann

I was staring out of the train window enjoying getting lost in my thoughts. My mind wandered back to the last few days I had spent in Vienna where I had been joyously reacquainting myself with its streets again since my trip last year. This included doing my usual favourites: mooching into small vintage shops, taking pictures of all the shop signs, meeting friends for wine, frequenting those old coffee houses for apple strudel. I did some new things too: visited some new galleries and exhibitions and shrugged off the searing heat by swimming in the public lake just outside the city. Vienna will always be a…

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