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Adalbert is a forum for me, to post ephemera, photography, poetry, occasional travel notes, and various spontaneous motions. Cover photo: Parsonage where my great-grandfather spent his early years. Taken near Liegnitz, Silesia, ca. 1870.


Saturday, December 28, 2013

Friday, December 27, 2013

The Mask of the Sun


The Mask of the Sun


Venus and Jupiter, occluded, sanguine notes through corridors fell.  Wild anguish of accordion, clarinet, cloud banks of frost and dusk.  Intention was to see the mummies, not the clavicle of coronas, Robert H. Barlow I guess hunting for alligators, goofballs snake charmer.  In its stead, creaked raven’s beak, essence of coals mummified in Sol’s face, humbling of Caesar’s petroglyphs, I have seen the yelling of bronze spokes in flooded Telemark.  Intent was, ceremonial mask whistling, bitumen lich crotch, the weasel head really stunk they said.  Cat fang trapped in ton of bombs.  A traveler gone elegant, Nosferatu bells pounded effortlessly, pasty lips still.

JF December 27, 2013

Untitled Painting, tempera on paper, 1986

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Sunday, December 22, 2013

A couple more shots from Père Lachaise



Headstone of the Iranian author Sadegh Hedayat in Père Lachaise, and a view of the dense necropolis. Hedayat's novel The Blind Owl, with its mystical refrains and echoes of Poe, and some of his short stories affected me greatly when I read them years back.  After I took the photo, an Iranian fan of the writer appeared, also taking a picture.  I spoke with the man briefly.  He said, "There he is... He died much too soon."

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Père Lachaise

Jim Morrison's grave;  the wall at which some of the holdouts of the Paris Commune were executed May 28, 1871;  and Marcel Proust's gravesite.  Some elderly woman came up to me, speaking in Italian, I think.  All I could get out of what she said was JEEM Morrison, interspersed with other things.  I thought she was looking for his resting place, and pointed in the general direction.  She shook her head, walking off saying JEEM Morrison.  Later I acted as an ad hoc tour guide, directing some guys from Strasbourg, France to the spot -- and it was the first time I had visited Père Lachaise.  I also showed up with the right timing to witness a coffin unloaded from a hearse, and marched up the hill by pallbearers to the decedent's final sleep, just like in the movies.  I did not take a picture, due to not getting my camera ready fast enough respect for the survivors.



Monday, December 16, 2013


Today I went to the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, and some other sites.

Friday, December 13, 2013

A few weird things I saw around Amsterdam

Anne Frank House

Today I toured the Anne Frank Museum -- photo represents the view out of the lower part of the building with the hidden rooms.

Thursday, December 12, 2013


Obligatory shot.  Today paid a visit to the Rijksmuseum.  Some Dutch guy started talking to me about a 17th century domestic painting, insisting I explain why "I liked it." He went on to say, "I'm from here, and this is my first visit (to the museum)... shame on me."

Wednesday, December 11, 2013


Today I visited the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Montana 1919


My maternal grandfather (on the right of the photo) and one of his brothers.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Saturday, November 23, 2013



Today marks 50 years and one day after Aldous Huxley, and C.S. Lewis died.  I am presently re-reading Brave New World.

Friday, November 22, 2013

50 Years

I am re-posting this image, originally from 5/17/2012.  The killing of the sacred king on 11/22/63 occurred before my birth.  Yet the murder and the later shocks of the 1960s tinged the atmosphere,  an unseen train passing.  I cannot recall when I first gained a concept of the Kennedy assassination -- the tropes seemed to emerge complete, like Minerva.  And the mystery of Oswald, who traveled when and where he pleased (except on his final journey), and the mystery of the companion shooter, or shooters, if they existed, persists.

Thursday, November 14, 2013


Wake of river, between mist-filled canyons, dense trees, leeches, roads wrought on the backs of ridges, untraced save by feet.
Bark and circles.
Black iron pagodas and low, square-founded sites, with around shimmering, yellow stalk, a true Neanderthal head, an unmanifested star:  Standing at angles to the sun on top of the hill.
Not an inch uncultivated, kelp, no titanic masonry dropped, bordering, and draping, filled-in oratories, dragon creepers, fjords, scarce walkers, the upper dell obliquely green, ice and grey churning.
JF ca. 1990

Untitled painting by myself, from 1986.  Tempera on paper.
Room, from 1986

Friday, November 8, 2013

Lily Dale, Spiritualist Community


Lily Dale, New York
Postcard sent to me in 1990.  Link:  Lily Dale

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Wicker Portrait, 1921


Left to right:  My great-great grandfather (from Scotland), great-aunt, second cousin, and great-grandmother (from Scotland).  Milwaukie, Oregon, 1921.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013




Thursday, October 24, 2013



C.Q.D. (link)

Friday, October 18, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Cathedral Island, Wrocław


Which is no longer an island: Ostrów Tumski.  The time when I was there, a flautist played Bach as I walked the Tumski Bridge.  The notes faded into the bricks and stonework of the ancient fanes and houses.
The postcard looks to date from communist- era Poland, maybe 1950s or 60s.  The language, not surprisingly, is Polish, and the sender appeared to have forgotten to bring the recipient's address. 
Wyspa Tumska is an alternate form of Ostrów Tumski -- Dominsel in German, or Cathedral Island in English.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

World Time Map


From a shortwave radio guide, 1954.  Many of the place names in this pamphlet, such as "Ciudad Trujillo" in the Dominican Republic, have since undergone changes.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Radio Log Book (1920s)

Bad breath, muddy complexion, dull eyes, nervous headache, nervous indigestion -- who wants that?
Concerning Dr. Miles and Dr. Miles Nervine (sic) :  http://arnoldzwicky.org/2010/12/18/dr-miles-nervine/

Thursday, October 10, 2013

White Alice

My father (on the left) playing chess, 1958, Alaska, at the time of the White Alice Network project.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

New Blog

I opened a second blog, Aardcoyote Jonathan, one for occasionally posting some of my writing:


Friday, October 4, 2013

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Toe to Toe with the Rooskies II




Another relic from the Alaskan project my father worked on in the late 1950s (see entry of  3 August 2012).  I am pretty sure the White Alice network, or anything concerning it, no longer falls under the label of "classified" : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Alice_Communications_System -- in fact, the government decommissioned the antenna array decades ago.  White Alice -- wasn't that a Jefferson Airplane Song?
In Hodges' biography of Alan Turing, he indicates that American usage made "classified" a synonym for "top secret," rather than referring to levels of classification.  Classification level:  Top stupid.   Then, the American habit of saying "hello" repeatedly through the day irritated Turing during one of his stints here.
The guy on the phone looks as if he's about to issue some kind of doomsday order.  Serious business, no doubt.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Stay off the Moon!


December 1962
Cover art by Alex Schomburg

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Breslau 1937


"Wroclaw not Breslau" doesn't have quite the same ring as "Istanbul not Constantinople."