Looking for a brother soul (Reblog from Facebook)

Manuel López

Morrison had an almost un-American attitude toward possessions. He never owned a house. While he owned a car for a time, he was often without one and most of the things he did own would have fit into a carryall bag. In his pockets one could find a key to the Doors’ office, a credit card, and his folded and torn California driver’s license. He was forever giving something away—money, books, clothes—with a natural generosity. No matter how successful he became, Morrison was always taking shelter from the “stumbling neon groves” of Hollywood in cheap motels because he felt their starkness was more real than the lavish suites his wealth could have commanded. No doubt their low profile was also an attraction. No one could find Jim Morrison when he didn’t want to be found. He enjoyed hanging around pool halls and cheap bars, listening to the jukebox and having a few beers.

Frank Lisciandro recalls: Jim didn’t seem to have any sense of ownership about anything. As an example, I said to him one day that I had to go buy some new boots; he said he probably needed some new boots too and he’d come along. So we went to a Western-wear store and both shopped for what we needed. Later I found Jim coming out of a dressing room. He had bought a completely new outfit right down to underwear and then he went over and bought a new pair of boots. It looked like he had changed his skin. And being more reptilian, he left his old clothes behind… didn’t take them… said to the guy at the store, ‘Burn ’em or throw ’em away or give ’em to somebody.’ We walked outside and I looked at him in the sunlight in front of the store and I realized at that instant that he could really live like a snake if he wanted to… shed his skin, have a new set of skin underneath, and walk away.


Text from “Break on Through: The Life and Death of Jim Morrison” by James Riordan & Jerry Prochnicky
Foto: Elektra Records – eBay item photo front photo back

Reblog from Facebook/ My Polish Cleaner

Rhyme Share Poetry Club   Gerty Muldoon  

I saw Elaine Feinstein in the poetry tent at Latitude. An old lady then, she was touring her book ‘Portraits’. She was mesmerising.

The book is well worth the read. So many finely drawn portraits of friends, artists, other times and places, memory and loss. We are drawn into that vividly remembered world through her minds eye.

Towards the end of the book, she pulls out of the world of her mind, and writes as she imagines she is seen in ‘real life’, a portrait of her by her confused Polish cleaner.

I love that last line… And I understand now. What she does there is her life. 

Gdzie babcia gotuje

Ewa Maria Slaska

Nowojorska restauracja serwuje jedzenie przygotowywane codziennie przez inną babcię z innego kraju. Synu, dziękuję, że mi o tym opowiedziałeś.

Enoteca* Maria

Zaczęło się od tego, że włoski właściciel enoteki chciał przypomnieć potrawy, które gotowała jego babcia Dominika. Dziś w Enotece Maria gotują babcie z Japonii, Peru, Sri Lanki, Uzbekistanu, Egiptu, Taiwanu, Azerbejdżanu i wielu innych krajów.

Enoteca Maria na Staten Island serwuje zasadniczo dania kuchni włoskiej, ale od lat uzupełnia ofertę ulubionymi potrawami babć z całego świata.

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Reblog: Patti Smith

Rock & Roll Explorer Guide to New York City (found on FB)

Patti Smith arrived in New York on July 3, 1967, via the decidedly un-scenic Port Authority Bus Terminal (625 8th Ave.), where she immediately transferred to the subway and headed for Brooklyn. She hoped to connect with a friend who was enrolled at the nearby Pratt Institute, an Engineering and Arts college in Clinton Hill. Unfortunately, it was summer break and her friend had moved to a new apartment. One of the current residents knew where her friend could be found, though, and offered to direct her there. This would be her first fleeting encounter with Robert Mapplethorpe, a young Pratt art student, and the man who would ultimately become her closest companion for the next few years. Alas, her friend was not at the said address, so Patti would sleep rough for the next several days, on porches, and in Central Park close to the statue of Alice in Wonderland.

Like many young newcomers, she would wander the streets of Greenwich Village and spend hours observing the people in Washington Square Park, an active gathering place for artists, folkies, activists, and people of every stripe imaginable. She explored St. Marks Place and the East Village, then a fairly ragged but colorful neighborhood of immigrants, hippies, artists, and the poor, always dragging her plaid suitcase along with her. One day she and a street friend found a little money and treated themselves to a hot meal at the Waverly Diner (385 6th Ave.), but otherwise she ate day-old bread and handouts. The rest of the time she was desperately looking for work, and after a disastrous single shift waiting tables at a Times Square restaurant, she found work at the midtown flagship location of Brentano’s (586 5th Ave.), a venerable bookstore near Rockefeller Center. She still had no place to stay, though, and often surreptitiously slept in the store overnight, only to emerge from the bathroom in the morning as the others readied the store. One day she ran into Mapplethorpe again in the bookstore. He, coincidentally, worked at the downtown branch of Brentano’s (20 University Pl.) in the Village. Not long afterwards, in the midst of an uncomfortable date with an older bookstore patron, Patti spotted Mapplethorpe in Tompkins Square Park, where he happily rescued her by posing as her boyfriend. The two shared an egg cream at Gem Spa (131 2nd Ave.) while commiserating. The pair would become inseparable. He brought her to stay at his place, an attic room in the home of some friends on Waverly Avenue in Brooklyn. After several weeks, the two had enough money saved for their own place nearby at 160 Hall St. on the second floor for $80 per month. This would become their headquarters for well over a year.

By winter, both Patti and Robert had lost their jobs at Brentano’s but found seasonal employment at FAO Schwarz (745 5th Ave.), the gigantic toy shop. Robert decorated windows, but Patti was stuck at the cash register. Afterward, she worked briefly at Argosy Books (116 E. 59th St.) before settling at Scribner’s Book Store (597 5th Ave.). Scribner’s would be her steady job for the next couple of years. Robert, meanwhile, went through a succession of jobs, one of which was as an usher at the Fillmore East (105 2nd Ave.), where he was able to get Patti in to see the Doors. Jim Morrison was to have a lasting influence on her…

— Excerpt from the Rock and Roll Explorer Guide to New York City (Globe Pequot Press, June 2018) by Mike Katz and Crispin Kott, with a foreword by Legs McNeil. Also available by the same authors: Rock and Roll Explorer Guide to San Francisco and the Bay Area (Globe Pequot Press, May 2021), with a foreword by Joel Gion of the Brian Jonestown Massacre. Get ‘em both wherever books are sold at maximum volume.

Could it be true? Is it true?

I am calm. Am I?


Somebody sent me that picture with an explanation:

This image was created by a Japanese neurologist.

It stays still when you are calm. It begins to move when you experience a slight amount of pressure. It moves like a carousel when under a great deal of stress.

How are you doing?

And that picture stays calm, so it means, that I am calm.

Click HERE

It is Yurij Perepadia’s art. And the picture turns!


So it cann’t be true: I am not calm! 🙂

And the explanation above is a pure fantasy product.

Jan Buck Hommage

Lidia Głuchowska

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Film

FILM „Hommage an Jan Buck (II): Nach der Kohle… Gesichter und Landschaften der Lausitz“
Fotoausstellung, Symposium und Exkursion

Noch bis zum 27.08.2023 ist in der Alten Segeltuchfabrik/ Stara płachtowa gótnica in Cottbus/ Chósebuz die Fotoausstellung „Nach Kohle… Gesichter und Landschaften der Lausitz“ mit Werken von Frank Höhler, Thomas Kläber, Jürgen Matschie/ Maćij und Carla Pohl zu sehen.
Organisiert wurde sie im Rahmen des Projektes „Hommage à Jan Buck“ (II) unter der wissenschaftlichen Leitung von Dr. Lidia Głuchowska vom Institut für Visuelle Künste der Universität Zielona Góra, als zweite – nach der Ausstellung „Hommage an Jan Buck (II): Wir haben den Ort gesehen“. Den Film zu der letzteren haben wir am 9. Juli 2023 präsentiert.

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Travelling and speaking languages


Alma Karlin’s
travelling book, The odyssey of a lonely woman, was edited in English, by Victor Gollancz, London, 1933, it consists of reports about her journeys out of America, in the Far East and through Australia.

She was an Austrian, so it is why some her titles were published in German first, then translated into Slovenian. Many of them have not yet been published; they are kept in the National and University Library of Slovenia and in the Berlin State Library (according to Wikipedia in a building in Unter den Linden).


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Sinéad O’Connor

Foto: Radio Nowy Świat

Sinéad Marie Bernadette O’Connor (* 8. Dec 1966 in Dublin †  26. Jul 2023)

Prince.  It was his Song Nothing Compares 2 U released in 1990, that shot her to fame with a unique sound and image. She said, that shaving her head was her way of giving two fingers to the patriarchy — and proving she was not like other pop stars.

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