Quote-of-the-Month author: Austrian Foreign Ministry

Thursday, 30 October 2014

The Eastern Hotel

I snapped this image quickly through a train window near Bratislava. It is an hotel. The name of the hotel can just be made out  through the mist. 

I've switched the image enhancer to monochrome turned up the contrast etc. so you can make out the name. It is as far as I can make out called simply HOTEL. 

The bizzaro block architecture makes it resemble a nuclear power station or a prison but I immediately thought of a motel featured in an Alfred Hitchcock film; his terror classic Psycho. It's funny how the mind works; how it makes  odd connections. 

I supposed that there must be a way for the train traveller to get to the HOTEL without walking over the ploughed field but I didn't see it.  

There was barely an a hour remaining before dusk when the train pulled in at the next stop, an unmanned halt with a pair of concrete waiting rooms resembling World War II air raid shelters. I didn't feel the need to alight. I stayed where I was. Continued my journey west. 

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Egon Schiele in Prison

A self portrait dated 1913.
Story of Egon Schiele in Prison to follow in due course.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Saturday, 25 October 2014

The first Get Knotted Tie of the Month (October)

Be it foreign coins, LP albums, postcards, beer mats, comics, train sets, radios, shoes, book matches, candle sticks, hats, cuff links, tattoos, odd socks, water colours, beetles, butterflies, or pebbles from the beach we are all collectors. Myself, I collect 'nice' ties.

At 3 euros net price the above item of neckwear was a kicker. I cornered it in the back of a charity shop.

Do you actually wear your strange ties? I hear you ask. Of course I do. And by the way there's no need for anyone to shout. The ties are loud enough to shout for themselves.

You can check out another Get Knotted Tie of the Month here in November. In the meantime, hang loose.

This is the Truth, for Goya

    The poem construct This is the Truth is an imaginary  3-way conversation between two women and an officer of the other side. All words are picture titles and borrowed from Goya's masterpiece The Disasters of War*. The final image (below the poem) is the first image in Goya's book but it is placed last here to show that the cycle of war can only end with the final extinction of humankind, the reason being that truth has died.

Against the common good

The sound and the sick 

Great deeds - against the dead!

Proud monster!

Truth has died

This is the Truth
A play for 3 voices. 

First woman:                                          Second woman:                                       An enemy officer:

With or without reason
The same thing again 
Disasters of war
For infamous gain 
The women give courage
What courage! 
Escape through the flames
All this and more  

Worse is to beg
This is worse

This always happens
The sound and the sick
What good is one cup?

It serves you right 

They do not want to
Nor do these 
Or these
On account of a knife
What more can one do?
Bitter presence!
It is what you were born for!

Unhappy mother
Troupe of charlatans!
They avail themselves

There is no one to help them
Treat them! 

Then on to other matters
One cannot look at this
Proud monster! 

What madness!
There is no more time

The same thing elsewhere
It will be the same 

Great deeds - against the dead!
Bury them and keep quiet 
This is bad


There is something to be gained
Nobody knows why

To the cemetery 
Cartloads to the cemetery 

Truth has died. 

Sad presentiments of what must come to pass

*another Goya posting below this one.