#20th centur

[septembergold]

Steglitz, West-Berlin (1980) vs (2021)

Europa, Deutschland, Berlin, Steglitz, Schlossstraße

Bernhard Kußmagk

[fashion-history-germany]

Coat lined with mink fur and a fish otter fur collar

ca. 1925

manufactured by “Hermann Hoffmann”, Berlin, Germany

Antique Gowns

[fripperiesandfobs]

Evening dress ca. 1927

From the National Gallery of Victoria

[scipoem]

On Looking Up by Chance At the Constellations by Robert Frost

At first I couldn't believe the amount of Robert Frost in this collection, "A Quark for Mister Mark (which is a reference to James Joyce's work)" and even putting his work as the first poem, but after reading it you'd realize how apt it is to begin with him, to see how science can fit into the rhyme and meters of poetry, and how the scientific language itself has changed over time. Though not particularly scientific, I particularly enjoy the literary techniques Frost has built in there with loaded extreme words, the increasing speed of the poem, and the irony behind the dormant constellations (his emotions). 

On Looking Up by Chance At the Constellations

You'll wait a long, long time for anything much to happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud and the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, Nor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud. The planets seem to interfere in their curves, But nothing ever happens, no harm is done. We may as well go patiently on with our life, and look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane. It is true the longest drouth will end in rain, the longest peace in China will end in strife. Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to say awake In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break On this particular time and personal sight. That calm seems certainly safe to last tonight.