About Me
- Jonathan Bruce Falk
- 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.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Page 3, Oddities 2, 1982
I'd like to refudiate "undoubtably."
Moammar, Moammar, we hardly knew ye. I remember a clip on the short-lived Fridays show, well before even the "Mad Dog of the the Middle East" Reagan bombing era, with somebody singing "The Qadafi Look" and an actor in some kind of white suit and sunglasses
posing, with the line "Drink your coffee with Qadafi." This bit is not on Youtube --at least, I couldn't find it.
A while back saw a bumper sticker on a large glossy pickup, reading, "A village in Kenya is missing its idiot," along with one involving an obscene suggestion regarding Obama and the camel he rode in on. Curious to see who would display such lighthearted thoughts, I looked up and saw a grey-haired white man about 60, a look of distant blankness on his face.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
This Man
is selling a jailbroke electronic reader on Hiramslist... and only rarely posts on Daguerreotypebook.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Swabian the Trieste
Back cover of Vagubund: Collage by Marc Myers, with forged signature. I think I'd had the work around for a few years even before I used it, as with most of the other pieces. The collage appears to represent Houdini conjuring the bulk of Curly, surrounded by friends.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Carnuntum
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Recently re-watched the Outer Limits episode Demon with a Glass Hand -- perhaps the best Harlan Ellison-written, Robert Culp with a speaking, robotic, finger -seeking, ultimately omniscient, Gilgamesh-inspired, Arlene Martel -featuring, eschatological, noir science fiction show of its type. The Demon really has an accurately oneiric feel, camera angles reeling up stairways, shadowy characters on catwalks.
Started to re-read Winter Brothers by Ivan Doig -- a tremendous effort. I like among other things the way in which he evokes the physicality of the diaries left by 19th c. man James G. Swan.
Recently re-watched the Outer Limits episode Demon with a Glass Hand -- perhaps the best Harlan Ellison-written, Robert Culp with a speaking, robotic, finger -seeking, ultimately omniscient, Gilgamesh-inspired, Arlene Martel -featuring, eschatological, noir science fiction show of its type. The Demon really has an accurately oneiric feel, camera angles reeling up stairways, shadowy characters on catwalks.
Started to re-read Winter Brothers by Ivan Doig -- a tremendous effort. I like among other things the way in which he evokes the physicality of the diaries left by 19th c. man James G. Swan.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Toonies & Washrooms, Richmond

Pages 5 & 6 of Vagubund. The dream transcriptions were taken from letters by the respective authors (without asking their permission first!).
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sun standing still


Farmer's Tan
I've been here before -- loping, potsherds, a pilgrimage of time,
I have a mosquito's puncture, regarding a waterfall in Oregon, eyelash thinking of fallen companions -- The Indian guy and his wife, the porchlight blaring on a vacancy of oracular lichen. Ghost town, timbers, portals to interstices Hyperborean, the Pleiades rising up the sleepy horizon. Wo kommst du,
lungs seething, out of shape potentia flaming from ferns millions of years back, miners strolled the earth,
What is the sound of the river?
Like a spigot mortar a clay ornamental pot outside my window lobs roman candles, the Paiute still planted there at his homestead, sun and snow on remotest summits, it's easier going up than coming down.
JF
June 17 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
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
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
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
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