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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. The "xothique" portion of the web address is a nod to Clark Ashton Smith's fictional continent of Zothique.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Cave of Forgotten Dreams



Today sat down, donned 3d glasses, and partook in Werner Herzog's paleogean trip: Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Spectacularly mystic and evocative work that resurrects the hidden Cro Magnons and cave bears. The scenes with the curtained, painted depths of the cave alternate with scientists and entertaining wackoes such as the perfumist who snuffs the earth for possible undiscovered caverns. An incantation in the same sense as the droning zithers and scalloped gables and mountains featured in some of Herzog's other films. After the credits signaled the show is over, I propelled myself into the cavernous heat of the day, the bison in the film seemingly informing my sclera briefly.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Vagabond, pages 1 and 2


This was published by Todd Mecklem's Terata Publications, and featured eclectic sources. The Eccentric Mr. Panji dated from around 1979 or 80, showcasing meerschaum pipes, derby hats, and pince-nez glasses as emblems of nonconformity. The super-defier pig nose creature goes back even further, from around the time of the Gerald R. Ford (or early Carter) administration. It was taken from a unique booklet called The Book of Srang (a misspelling of "strange"), drawn by a childhood friend. The book was created with ballpoint pen on ruled notebook paper bound with masking tape. Included also are a poem by myself and Todd Mecklem, during the period when we collaborated frequently on these German-titled poems and stories.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

May and June, 1988


I picked up this photo at an estate sale or flea market, I think, years ago. The image looks to be from around 1910-20 or thereabouts, judging from the car. The building and setting have a institutionally creepy atmosphere, reminding me of a place where the unsunned and stunned haunt the hallways. (The edifice could be some kind of school or Catholic establishment or something as well.) There is no caption on the back -- I imagine the photo could have been taken in Oregon or the Northwest, although it could be anywhere. Perhaps a botanist might have some clues from the flora, native or otherwise. The edges of the paper indicate they were ripped from a scrapbook.

Recent read: The Simulacra, by Philip K. Dick. As with many science fiction books, his extrapolations on technology and politics were sometimes farsighted and sometimes not. You've got public phone booths and the USSR on one side, and electronic passkey badges and android versions of Konrad Adenauer on the other (ok, we don't have the latter yet, as far as we know). Anytime you've got Hermann Goering and radiation-created Neanderthals together in the same tome you've got my attention.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Oscar Bravo Lima




The cover of Vagubund, a one-shot mini I did back in the day; and a related, time-exposed, spectral antique photo of Latourell Falls. The cover is by Roman Scott; printed from an image he cut from a block of wood, while scanning a moss formation on the cliff face at Latourell Falls. The area around the Falls, including the quiet semi-populated town of Latourell, is a monument to both the Missoula Floods and the wistful dreams of humanity.

The mysterious lichen eidolon (a sort of naturally-formed, shamanic turtle or snake) depicted in the woodcut is still laved by the waterfall.
"Wie damals, so heute." One can almost see the moss spectre to the right side of the cascade on this old postcard. The photographers, Cross & Dimmitt, were well-known for their images of the Columbia Gorge, as one can find out by entering their names in a web search. The caption references the Columbia River Highway, so the picture must have been exposed sometime in or after the 1913-22 period when the road was created (according to Wikipedia at least).

Friday, April 15, 2011

On the Business End of the Oder-Neisse Line



The Ruined Cloister, a combined poem/ drawing by a distant relative of mine, Ellinor Falk. I'd wager the drawing and poem refer to an actual place, though I can't be sure. Ellinor was born in Liegnitz in 1868, so the postcard must date from the late 19th century or the early 20th century. The postcard was printed in Chemnitz, which, unlike Liegnitz (now in Poland), ended up in the DDR and then in reunified Germany; and is still known by the same name. Joe Stalin: "I'll take a piece of this over here... And you get a slice of this over there."

And what did the Roman Legions (however Germanicised) see as they marched into the Teutoburger Wald? Why did Bodhidharma come from the West?

Been processing Prince Zaleski and Cummings King Monk, by M.P. Shiel -- he had a tremendously wicked fearless vocabulary. He'd almost certainly get rejected by any known publisher today.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Hippies



Soulish Enigma

Night soil clobbering legs. Bulking maid with water eyes, piano of sea-dropped manse on low and hedge-grown peninsula, where boils the ends of the ocean. Thro' an unapprehended cleft jets a stream of water on greater rhythms, puffing and spraying above. The space near a kidney.

A blue light, with filaments, above the site of scourging, in the rough beams in a stave kirk.

The atmosphere which hovers where was the wood hive, slatted and diminishing in the fern meadow.


JF /20th c.

"Dr. Waffle.... Calling Dr. Waffle...." The doctor has been compromised since the collapse of the Red Republic... Seems Paraguay was the last option.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Oddities 7 Back Cover


Cubist-inspired art by "Placid" -- I think he (or she) was French, but don't recall how the artist came to send the piece to Roman.

I hope at length to post the issues of Oddities that haven't yet appeared -- issues One, Two and Five, I believe.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

All the Kingdoms of the World


When voyaging, one of the cheesiest, most obvious things a human can do is to plot the trip to, then ascend, a skyscraper or tower and survey city or country. I always gravitate toward these places nonetheless, and a colorful memory palace can be built of these past images. When in Berlin, the Bundestag/Reichstag glass dome involved too long a wait. But after circling the viewing platform atop the Fernsehturm, I attempted to visualize the ground as it would have seethed if you could turn the clock dial back to April 1945 (the attempt not entirely successful). The Round Tower in Copenhagen had an alchemical North Sea storm lashing its brim, preventing full absorption of the surrounding spiral towers and cobbled alleys. The detail seen from an Empire State Building or Tokyo Tower can challenge recollection with its complexity: From the World Trade Center, the streets of Manhattan surged like blood in silver veins.

And I will not mention the matter of natural eminences.

The Bund in Shanghai -- I didn't know what it was until I got there.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Mother & Daughter


Mother & Daughter, by Kristin Lawson: Inside back cover of Oddities 7, with a drawing by Marc Myers. A more straightforward, conventional piece of writing than most of the material in our zine, Lawson's piece still has a good ending and observations.

Dream: I was threading a forest, stopping at an overlook, dropping to a great expanse of woods and fields. I sat in the filtered, mild sunlight, then noticing a herd of an extinct variety of shaggy-pelted deer, perhaps a vision from the Ice Age or before. They walked past, oblivious to me -- and what was a mall of rural marchers doing up here?

Monday, January 31, 2011

Arschloch


The Wages of Sin is Death

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Pepper Mountain

Outside on a break -- where Lewis and Clark and their companions careened, salmon musk, incense of bark, rain illuminating the Columbia Slough. Right down there they traveled, "we call this rockey island the Sepulchar," Clark-twinned doppelganger akimbo. Stanley Park -- in memory, I heard the golf carts funereal fractal to mussel stickers, pulsing to droning thunderbird pinions, one instant

by Aldebaran. I apprehended then you can see the mountains from the cedars of British Columbia, Tsath of the West End, hovering ridges of polished snow, footprints of Sherrard Point and Mt. Wyeast. "Correlating the

mental contents," a paraphrase from memory --

Brain track of a .22 slice bullet, cadaver scalp, pinned in the Police Museum. And father, his property gone to the Voyniches and Yetis, a saddle tormenting over the horizon,

forest harvested from the clay.

JF

8:27 PM 1/22/2011

Saturday, January 15, 2011

John Callahan



From Oddities 7: Panels by Roman Scott, the late John Callahan, an image from Bergman's Sawdust and Tinsel, and other things. I saw Callahan sitting or wheeling his way on the bricks and slabs of downtown Portland a number of times, and I (along with two friends) once had an opportunity to visit him in his apartment.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

No Such Agency


still more Oddities 7: A comic strip from the pen of Rasmus Dromstrom, who may have been seeing his own future.

I have been absorbing Howard Phillips Lovecraft's The Mound (one of his collaborations, with some minimal inspiration provided by Zealia Bishop), for the first time in many moons. One noteworthy item is the way in which HPL powerfully describes a state he had never been to -- Oklahoma, the feeling of dread mounting as the narrator crosses the plains. In fact, HPL excelled at vicarious travel descriptions, as seen in At the Mountains of Madness(Antarctica), The Shadow out of Time(Australia), Under the Pyramids(Egypt), and many of his other writings. The pitfalls of second- hand descriptions became known to me when I wrote something referring to Oslo years ago, before I had been there. I visualized a sort of sempiternally icebound city -- having been there twice in June now, I realize that is not the case.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Saskatchewan: August, 1974


The Secret of Pombo: page 14, Oddities 7. I appreciate this page in particular; the unusual Nordic preoccupations and dreamscapes, and the collaborative works.

I have been absorbing a blank verse translation of The Aeneid, by VERGIL; Stunned by the compact adventures, the descents into the earth and prophecies. Also been re-reading an out-of-print classic: Strange Life of Ivan Osokin, by the mystic and philosopher P.D. Ouspensky. Tremendously restrained and elegant take on living one's life over again, with foreknowledge. Putting the glasses on the bust of Caesar.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Delirium


H.P. Lovecraft in Shinjiku

Fresh haircut, valise, split shoes, knees turning by truck of sweet potato vendor. Glass cages climb neon spray of strutted streets, night crashes against red lanterns in elbow-turn alleys.
Drunken students kick each other, waters curl in Avalonian bays, a sound truck blasts epistolarian apartment, Lovecraft with beer and Mild Sevens, sunset opening up steel riches and realms from a pedestrian bridge as dusk breathes over Ueno Park.

JF

Chinhae City, South Korea
1995

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Aluminium Production up 18%


Back in the previous century I had a class entitled "Glasnost and Perestroika in East European and Soviet Cinema;" during the Gorbachev era, of course. The class was held at UO in the lofty days of summer, and was piloted by the late Professor Albert Leong, a calm gentleman who favored a sort of Mao-looking tan jacket. Moscow does not believe in Tears was one of the movies...

October 2 I attended one full day of the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland. Unfortunately, this is going to be Andrew Migliore's final festival production, apparently. The best presentation was Scott Connors' panel on Clark Ashton Smith.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

Legnica's Welkin


Photo of my paternal great-grandparents Ludwig and Margaret Falk, and two of their children, my grandfather and great aunt. Ludwig had a fascinating life, beginning in Silesia in the nineteenth century, including a classic Germanic boarding school education, and a period spent studying law in Breslau. Later he immigrated to the United States, landing in New York, and enlisting in the U.S. Army (where he served eight years, attaining the rank of Sergeant). While in the army, he was sent to the Arizona Territory during the Apache Campaign of 1884-85. Apparently he wasn't blazing it out with Geronimo and his band of warriors, but the Wild West must have been an incredible period to have been in. He ultimately found himself in the Pacific Northwest, living in Vancouver, Washington (the result of a post to Fort Vancouver), Portland, Milwaukie, and Roseburg, Oregon. His wife was from Scotland, although the women of those days sometimes get shortchanged, not always leaving as much of a paper trail. I have a facsimile of a letter he wrote, regarding some matter concerning his military pension, in which he mentions a time of disrupted plans due to troops requisitioning trains during the Franco-Prussian war. At the same time, as with many of the dead, there is a deep mystery and silence remaining.

And Breslau/Wroclaw, and other parts of Silesia, Pomerania, and Central Europe -- what a place... Breslau is a palimpsest redolent of any number of contrary political systems which have ruled the place -- medieval monarchy, Piasts, Mongols (briefly)!, the Austrian Empire, parliamentary governments, the Third Reich, Communism, the current Polish Republic/EU member...

I had an incorrect understanding of the Hitler Bunker area in Berlin in my entry last year -- Vossstrase is indeed one of the boundaries of the site, with some vague concrete slabs showing in vacant lots. Most of the area is covered by apartment houses, with a convenient Starbucks or two close by.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Kazuo Ohno






Recently Gary Coleman, Peter Orlovsky, Kazuo Ohno (a famous Butoh performer), and Dennis Hopper died closely together. I still fall on the romantic side of the scale, seeing a teleology here -- perhaps Dennis Hopper is directing the others in a film somewhere.

Currently reading Slaughterhouse-Five. So it goes.
Cover of Oddities 7 with an Argus-like being -- and inside cover . I had only a coverless version to work with on the previous scans -- had completely forgotten about the existence of the cover.

Friday, July 23, 2010

More poetry -- Oddities 7


Recently I read Solzhenitsyn's Prussian Nights, his long poem rendering the brutal Russian advance through Northern Prussia in 1945... The book is in a bilingual edition, of which I read the English part.

steve sneyd quoting from "Cannon" -- that's going back a few years.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Left Hand of Japhy Ryder


May 18 2010 I attended a talk by Ursula K. Le Guin, Gary Snyder, and Jerry Franklin, presenting their thoughts on (and some poems about) the Mt. St. Helens blast in 1980. First time I've seen Le Guin speak, third time for Snyder, second for Franklin. The woman who introduced the speakers (I didn't catch her name or position) seemed to irritate the California poet by associating him with Plato. Gary fired back by referring to Plato as the guy who would have excluded poets from his Republic (although I would qualify this aspect of The Republic with the redeeming parts such as the Cave Parable, the reincarnation panorama at the end, and so on).
Photo of the trio being awarded blankets, over the top of some guy's head.

There's a line in Cocteau's Orpheus, something like, "There's a riot at the poet's cafe," which would almost apply.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

pages 3 & 4 - Oddities 7



Next pages -- the first two pages of a comic strip from Clark Dissmeyer. Twenty-four years after this work was done, he is still prolifically working. Plug "Poopsheet Foundation" into your search box and you can readily be led to some more recent material.

The typescript at the start of Tracks of the Beast makes it look EC- comics like.

Now reading Ibsen's Ghosts, and slowly going through Kershaw's enormous biography of Adolf Hitler, which may take a while.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

More Oddities 7



Ah yes.. found the copy of Oddities 7 I misplaced and will continue posting it, delayed and out of sequence. Unique work by Todd Mecklem, Billy Wolfenbarger, Denise Dumars, and others. I wonder what happened to Billy Wolfenbarger? Surrealist small press poet who was published quite a lot, in the 1980s and 70s as well, I believe. I met him once around 1988 in Eugene, Ore. -- he came to my little apartment, hand-rolled and smoked some cigarettes, conversed about Arthur Machen and H.P. Lovecraft; kind of a hippie aura about him. Never saw him again -- actually, I don't know if he's still alive, for that matter. I suppose he was in his 40s then. He and another poet from that era (whom Wolfenbarger mentioned), G. Sutton Breiding, seem to have given up writing and publishing, at the least.

An image of Joe E. Brown is on this sample of Oddities, Earthworm Tractors, forgotten, encrypted comic actors.
Been reading The Glass Key by Dashiell Hammett -- really enjoy it for the most part, his attenuated, sly descriptions.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Invictus Osiris Alastor


"A man can be destroyed but not defeated." Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Liebestod


the him who was so Buddha nature rain white on Moon locking pond, a rabbit, a hunchback, furious unmet foxfire Appalachian not even close to Svidrigailov, or Dante from La Vita Nuova:

"Nine times now, since my birth, the heaven of light had turned almost to the same point in its own gyration, when the glorious Lady of my mind, who was called Beatrice by many who knew not what to call her, first appeared before my eyes. She had already been in this life so long that in its course the starry heaven had moved toward the region of the East one of the twelve parts of a degree; so that at about the beginning of her ninth year she appeared to me, and I near the end of my ninth year saw her. She appeared to me clothed in a most noble color, a modest and becoming crimson, and she was girt and adorned in such wise as befitted her very youthful age. At that instant, I say truly that the spirit of life, which dwells in the most secret chamber of the heart, began to tremble with such violence that it appeared fearfully in the least pulses, and, trembling, said these words: Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur mihi [Behold a god stronger than I, who coming shall rule over me]."

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Christina Chiu


Some years back I read Troublemaker and other Saints, by New York author Christina Chiu -- one can purchase the book online. I recall the prose as unique and thoughtful, dealing with such topics as alienation, fetishism, the return of Hong Kong to China, and so on. I got one email from Ms. Chiu after I sent her an email, one of those "glad you liked the book" sort.

Some time after the book was published to some notice, in 2001, Christina Chiu seemed to disappear, with no more writing published (as far as I know, anyway). Her website sat unchanged for years, then seemed to be usurped by some other entity.

That's always the choice one faces with creativity -- you can just walk away from it, as Samuel Morse did with painting. Still better to write one good book than none at all, though.

Where is Christina Chiu now? How about Anna May Wong?


More thoughts on the Silesian parsonage (the photo of which I posted 11/16/2008): My great-grandfather was actually probably raised (and the building probably stood) more in the Legnica/Liegnitz/Waldau area, and the photo I posted was probably taken in the 1860s or early 1870s, a bit earlier than I thought. This information is based on research two relatives of mine produced. Believe I shot straight through Legnica without stopping last year, only the dimmest association flickering in my mind at the passing of the railway sign.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Lenin and Cydonia

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Expect Great Revelations

Dream of a bus to Parnassus -- high Egyptian-looking columns I could not ascend to catch the departure. Rain falling in a sky out of John Martin.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Oddities 7



More Oddities -- the very last issue I believe, from the zine's roughly six year life. Inventive display of fonts on the cover, and a dream piece by myself which is merely ok. More noteworthy than "The Hermit" is a portion of a sketch of the surrealist poet Robert Desnos and some of the other artwork on the margin. Eventually I plan to get all 7 issues posted, out of sequence though the process may be (and I've also misplaced one or two issues).

Hell, back in the depths of time, back in 1987, the "internets" were known only to people in the company and other covert types! The Soviet Union still looked like a viable concern... And how about the Faroese?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

squat



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Entrance to the Free City of Christiania, Denmark

Recent reads, re-reading Constance Garnett's translation of Crime and Punishment and reading for the first time Don Berry's To Build a Ship.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

A Wild Weird Clime


Last weekend attended the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland again. Some of the very short films were missing (i.e. those around five-ten minutes), but some of the movies I did see had a pretty good balance between camp and experimental horror, such as a version of Beyond the Wall of Sleep and a work of backwoods grue, Dirt Dauber. Once in a while, you get one like "guys screwing around in the woods with a camera," or the "film school requirement movie with some link to HPL" type of thing. Once again, S.T. Joshi and others delivered with their talks and readings. Joshi bitched about the low light as he read a piece of his own writing, concerning Edgar A. Poe; and an audience member produced a flashlight for his benefit. Gary Myers read a nice little story, called Dusk, I think, shewing some Dunsanian, Clark Ashton Smith, and HPL influences.

I remember being in the Bonaventure Hotel in downtown LA in 1978, I believe, seated on a plush lounge sofa, flipping through the pages of a paperback of The Dunwich Horror and Others, -- Jove HPB, which I got at some bookstore there. LA was the largest city I had visited up to that time, a revelatory experience. There was a feeling of "adventurous expectancy" as I read the titles in the Derleth-compiled "complete" list of Lovecraft titles (which is neither complete nor accurate, as Joshi or someone has pointed out) -- my spine crackled as I read of such works as At the Mountains of Madness,
"Through the Gates of the Silver Key," and the others.

Actually, I haven't spent a lot of time in LA since then.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Giorgio


Cycle of Death

JF



Turf, sunken long where the earth sheared off away into the brown creek, clouded pond.
Blackened or molten eaves, peaked roof with lead shingles, smashed and tattered rose window, aloft and sickly, of the fane of the family. A brick pile with grilled and opaque orange window, in three oaks, apart from the climbing vine and dry leaves.
Geography of late sun, kine, and ancient stumps with forked tops: Blood forced out of the earth with heedless footfall.
The music of the later, blossoming transmogrification; Rain saturates the earth of the sides, worms, a gold ring, pointed stones.
The coat of the survivor of civil war, iron, beams of sun, a lofty pylon, dry spring grass on banks and plots.
Palisades, the burnt bark house, the flight of stairs leading up the cliff, the calling for the dog in the brambles.
Pink blooms nodding before dark-speared gate.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

yellow reading matter custard


Been reading Ibsen's Peer Gynt -- ironically long after I visited Ibsen's childhood home. "In the Hall of the Mountain King" makes a little more sense now.

Painting by Adelbert Woelfl depicting Breslau in the nineteenth century -- I saw the painting in the National Museum in Wroclaw.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

nostalgia


to continue with the mixing of old and new stuff, this is a prose poem from some years back:

Atmosphere and Clackamas

JF


Unwieldy passage of the sun, white, through the keyhole of the old birch hill.
Blue rabbits in fields and thickets.
The cigarettes still smoulder in far-away rooms,
The Son of Man, cuffs in rock burrows, head in lines of blowing trees, lawnmowers, and fading thistles.

Amputated yukata of the early morning because
His face becomes a heavy black rhinoceros horn.
Hangover carves the inky bluffs,
Meet at the Seven Stars.

Blue mist charging and climbing,
Storm shaking stars and fir.
Alphorns sounding over lamaseries lorn,
Thibetan femurs ring beyond cromlech and rise.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Original Face


I have been perusing Ursula K. Le Guin's The Lathe of Heaven. I was lukewarm toward the writing at first but am appreciating it more as I read on. The setting in Portland (with reference to the Portland of the early 1970s, or alternative versions of same) gives the novel added appeal. I believe it's set around 2000 or so. .

Also watched The Saddest Music in the World not long ago -- I'd agree with the Rotten Tomatoes critic who called it weirdness for weirdness' sake. One of the issues I had with TSMINTW was the uniformity of presentation. A lot of it is one character says one quirky thing, then another character responds with another quirky thing, and so on... The thing with the glass leg is run into the ground. Some of the camerawork was notable though, including the occluded lens effects.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

lincolnshire




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