Found Photos

August 31, 2015
At the Electric Shoe Hospital.

At the Electric Shoe Hospital.

I’ve long enjoyed collecting photographs of people that I don’t know.  Some of these are discarded or lost family photographs.  These include both snapshots and more formal photo studio portraits.

To me, most of these are worth looking at,  Some are just odd or curious.  Others are mysterious and poetic.


The Cat and the Fish.

I’ve found them at garage sales, at used book stores and in trash piles by the curb.  They just keep turning up.

Some related material:


Four Women, One Pointing.



My Text Collection

July 28, 2015

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This box contains a collection of notes written over a forty-year period.

I’ve written things on small pieces of paper since I was in my late teens.  Recently, I started putting most of them all in one box.

I call these my texts or my text.

Sorting these will be one of my Winter projects.  Some will go right to trash or recycling.  Some will go in the treasure pile.  There are sure to be some strong winners.

These include the well-written bits, especially the fully formed poems.  I’m sure there will also be fragments of poems or plays and ideas for poems or plays.

Some will help me to place my history.  If I wrote down what I was doing and dated it, it can help me to reconstruct bits of my life.

There’ll be a lot of scribbled down quotations and things that I copied from books.  Then there are the phrases and ideas that pop into my head.  If they’re worthy, I try to write them down before I forget them.

There might even be a few drawings.

These texts account for a very small portion of my written works.  I have thirty or forty blank books which are filling up.

The pen and pencil are both essential.  The manual typewriter and the word processor have been my steady companions and worthy tools.  Then too, there are all these blog posts.  I have many works in progress.

I feel a strange compulsion to write.

From 1934: Old Tickets from the Cleveland Railway Company

June 30, 2015

tickettooI found these tickets in an old book on a used book sale shelf.  They’re quite beautiful and unusual.

Here, I share with you a bit of history.  Trains and streetcars were huge in the 1930’s and 1940’s.  More and more, the automobile came to prominence and supremacy.  As we become aware of the price we paid for that, maybe the world of the rail will have a resurgence.

As I write this, they’re building a stretch of train track on one of Detroit’s main streets.

ticketduo Further information on the old  Cleveland Railway Company:


Detroit’s new rail system, phase one:


Woodward Avenue, Detroit, June 2015

Woodward Avenue, Detroit, June 2015

Detroit’s “No View” Bus Windows

May 31, 2015
One of the current buses with the

One of the current buses with the “no view” windows.

For years now, some Detroit buses have had ads covering up their windows.  When I get on one of these buses, my heart sinks.  It’s very difficult to see the city through these windows.  One of the few pleasures granted to the passenger is denied or at least severely diminished.  If you get a window seat, you can see a little bit.  There are tiny holes to peek through.

It’s a sign of disrespect toward the riders.  The view of Detroit from the bus is often poetic and even beautiful.  If you’re a “people watcher” you can see some interesting things.  Some of the houses and building are curious, even the damaged ones.  The trees, plants and clouds are also pleasant.  Do these advertisers believe that Detroit is so ugly that we don’t really  need to look at it?

On overcast days, I’ve found myself unable to read the time on the clock as we drive by it.

I call them “prison buses” because you feel more enclosed and trapped.

There are always some businesses whose ads don’t cover the windows at all.  Some cover them partially.  This isn’t nearly as bad.

There are few ads inside the bus.  It’s not like I’m longing to see ads.  Yet there’s a sense that if you can’t afford a car, then it must not be worth pitching ads at you.  The ads are on the outside.  Sometimes they block the view.

The view out the window of a

The view out the window of a “prison bus.”

Postscript: my bus routes still seem to run pretty badly.  A half hour trip still can take 60 to 120 minutes.  This is mainly due to long waits for the “next bus.”  There have been a few hopeful signs.

Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in Detroit

April 30, 2015
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Detroit Institute of Arts, 1932

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Detroit Institute of Arts, 1932

For those of us who live here, it’s long been a legendary story.

The current exhibit, Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in Detroit, up until July at the Detroit Institute of Arts, is well worth seeing.  I caught it on April 27th. On the same day, there was also a lecture and slide show by Frida Kahlo biographer Hayden Herrera.

I’d immersed myself in this story before seeing the exhibit.  First, I researched and wrote the previous blog post. Then I read Patrick Marnham’s 1998 book Dreaming With His Eyes Open A Life of Diego Rivera.  I also engaged in other researches.  I saw a few films and did other readings.  So I was primed to see see the exhibit.

They’re both amazing artists and are both well-represented here.  I look forward to reading the catalogue.

There seems to be no mention of the troubles which faced the Detroit frescoes in 1952.  This was long after the couple had left town.  I thought that it’s an important part of the mural’s history.

Their lives were quite adventurous.  Kahlo’s health was often fragile and she died at the age of 47.  Rivera wasn’t always a nice man.  Some of his circle described him as “amoral.”  Yet they both had the energy and drive to create a group of excellent art works.  Also, they cared about each other and felt tied to each other.

I enjoy exploring their histories and their work.

Supplemental Information

Thanks to my sister Gazine for helping to find some of these articles.

A 1933 article about Frida Kahlo:

More on Frida Kahlo:

More on Diego Rivera:

Hayden Herrera:

On the current 2015 exhibit on Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in Detroit:

Diego Rivera’s Detroit Industry Murals Were Threatened Twice

March 22, 2015
Rivera saw and painted the significance of Detroit as a world city.  If we are proud of this city's achievements, we should be proud of these paintings and not lose our head over what Rivera is doing in Mexico today. 1952:  In response to  a Joseph McCarthy-style/ Red Scare uproar, a disclaimer is installed near Detroit's Diego Rivera murals.

1952: In response to a Joseph McCarthy-style Red Scare uproar, a disclaimer is installed near Detroit’s Diego Rivera murals.

A few years ago, I started to write this.  It was a draft that I kept going back to, adding this and subtracting that.  Here it is, at long last:

There was a huge controversy when Diego Rivera first painted the Detroit Industry frescoes in 1932 and 1933.  One of the leaders against them was Father Charles Coughlin.  In his autobiography, Diego Rivera writes, “The day after the appearance of the column denouncing my work, Father Coughlin began to honor me daily with long diatribes condemning the institute frescoes as immoral, blasphemous, antireligious, obscene, materialistic and communistic.  As a result, the whole city of Detroit began to argue about what I was doing.”  According the Rivera biographer Bertram D. Wolfe, the Detroit News wrote in an editorial that “the best thing to do would be to whitewash the entire work completely.”

His supporters stood by him.  Rivera writes, “I was gratified that Edsel Ford stood by me loyally.  And until all the sound and fury had passed, an army of eight thousand, working in shifts, guarded my work from destruction.”

The frescoes were a hit.  When they were first opened to the public, they drew huge crowds.  Most people appreciated them.  The favorable responses outweighed the unfavorable ones.

The 1952 story is more obscure. It’s difficult to make sense of it because there’s little information to be found.  I once found photocopies of local newspaper articles about this second controversy. They were in a trashcan and caught my eye.  This chance discovery piqued my curiosity.

In early 1952, Senator Joseph McCarthy was rolling in power and influence.  He had his followers in Detroit.  One of these was former Detroit Mayor Eugene Van Antwerp.  He was elected to the Detroit City Council after he’d served as mayor.

From Bertram D. Wolfe’s 1963 book, The Fabulous Life of Diego Rivera, page 390:

“…a number of people, including former Mayor Van Antwerp, petitioned the Detroit City Council to remove or cover up Rivera’s Age of Steel frescoes in the inner court of the Detroit Institute of Art.”

The City Council requested an evaluation of the murals by the Detroit Art Commission.  Members of the commission included Robert T. Tannahill and Eleanor Clay Ford. The commission defended the art and said, “We recommend that the paintings remain on exhibition.”

Others who defended them included Edsel Ford and George F. Pierrot.  Pierrot was director of the People’s Museum Association.  It seems that he wrote a book about the frescoes in the 1930’s.  He tried to promote attendance at the Detroit Institute of Arts during the depression and into the 1940’s.  One of the ways that he did this was through a series of lectures know as the World Adventure Series.  This lecture series grew into his popular travel show, which ran on on Detroit television from 1948 to 1976.

At the height of this controversy, the late Joy Hakanson wrote a profile of Diego Rivera for the Detroit News on March 21, 1952.  We knew her later as Joy Hakanson Colby.

I don’t think that the frescoes were in any danger of being destroyed.  They could have been covered by curtains or otherwise hidden from view.  Instead they stayed open, with a sort of “disclaimer.”  It is pictured in the photo above and it reads, in full:

“Rivera’s politics and his publicity seeking are detestable. But let’s get the record straight on what he did here. He came from Mexico to Detroit, thought our mass production industries and our technology wonderful and very exciting, painted them as one of the great achievements of the twentieth century. This came after the debunking twenties when our artists and writers found nothing worthwhile in America and worst of all in America was the Middle West.  Rivera saw and painted the significance of Detroit as a world city. If we are proud of this city’s achievements, we should be proud of these paintings and not lose our heads over what Rivera is doing in Mexico today.”

Peter Schjeldahl’s New Yorker article of November 28, 2011, titled “The Painting on the Wall” mainly deals with Rivera in New York, but has this to say about Detroit:

“Other magnates had been enthusiasts for Rivera, as witness the magnificent frescoes of factory scenes that Edsel Ford commissioned, in 1932, for the Detroit Institute of Arts. (They weathered the McCarthy era with a sign that defended them as art while conceding that the artist’s politics were ‘detestable.’)”

In the early 1952 there was another controversy going on with Rivera’s work in Mexico.  This was alluded to at  the end of the disclaimer.

This trouble centered around his mural “The Nightmare of War and the Dream of Peace.”  Among other things, it had images of Joseph Stalin and Mao Tse Tung.  It’s counted among his works that are missing or destroyed.

This controversy likely put a fire under the opponents of the work here in Detroit.  It made them bolder.

It’s too bad the museum administration felt that they had to use the word “detestable.”  Maybe it was partly the climate of the times and partly “throwing the zealots a bone.”

My thanks to those Detroiters who got together and defended the murals, both in the early 1930’s and in the early 1950’s. These included Edsel Ford, William Valentiner, and thousands of ordinary museum patrons.

Thanks to the great Frida Kahlo, for her own work and for supporting and encouraging Diego’s work.  It’s interesting that she’s better known than he is now.  Her work is usually regarded as equal in quality to his work.  Many think it’s better than his work.  I appreciate them both.

My sympathy to Diego Rivera’s work is influenced by having one of his best efforts here in my hometown.  The room the frescoes are in is known as Rivera Court. When the museum’s open, the frescoes are always on view.  The museum even sets up chairs and holds concerts and lectures there.

I glad that the Detroit frescoes escaped the fate of those in New York.  They’re still here and open for viewing.  They look great.

Supplemental Information

On the the current 2015 exhibit on Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in Detroit:

On the fight over the murals in 1932 and 1933:

The Michigan Daily, March 21, 1952, “Move Made to Banish Rivera Mural in Detroit”:,1305620

The Owosso Argus Press, March 20, 1952, “Controversy Revived over Detroit Murals”:,2537505

William Bostick, an administrator at the Detroit Institute of Arts from 1946 to 1976:

“WILLIAM BOSTICK: Councilman Van Antwerp, formerly   Mayor Van Antwerp, was stirring up a storm again about the Rivera murals. He   tried to draft a resolution in the Common Council to have the murals covered up or somehow hidden from view.
MARY CHRIS ROSPOND: Was this during the McCarthy scare?
WILLIAM BOSTICK: This was in 1952. That was probably the McCarthy. . . But Van Antwerp had attacked these before when he was mayor. And of course they had been a subject  of attack over the years. Then Van Antwerp renewed the criticisms which had been made [repeatedly]: Rivera’s personal character—he was living with a woman he wasn’t married to—the murals were communistic, so was Rivera; the workers were ugly; the murals were blasphemous and decadent. The Arts Commission approved a letter written by Director Richardson refuting this and we got by again. …”

The entire interview is here:

More on William Bostick:

George Pierrot:

From "The Detroit News" March 21, 1952

From the Detroit News, March 21, 1952

On Diego Rivera:

Information on the lost mural “The Nightmare of War and the Dream of Peace.”  This was the Diego Rivera which was stirring up trouble in 1952:

Eugene Van Antwerp (the major force against the murals, a former Detroit mayor):

On Joseph McCarthy:

On Bertram D. Wolfe:

From "The Detroit Free Press" March 20, 1952

From the Detroit Free Press, March 20, 1952

A New Yorker article from 2011, “The Painting on the Wall”:

On the fate of Diego Rivera’s Rockefeller Center murals in New York:

“Farmer Bill Dies In House” or the Art of Collecting Badly-written Headlines

February 25, 2015


I found this book of flawed headlines on a visit to New York.  It was among a group of “books for sale” spread out on the sidewalk.

This one is a treasure.  It’s brought me much laughter over the years.  It was put together by the Columbia Journalism Review in 1980.  It was two dollars, well spent.

Some are puns.  Some are typos.  Others connect for more mysterious reasons.

Then too, there’s the satisfaction of seeing a whopper or an extreme mistake appear in print.  Many of these were even on the front page of the paper.  People are often inept and prone to executing blunders.

Some headlines are strange due to context.  They’re not all humorous.  Some are just puzzling.  I’ve collected a few myself.

A Detroit paper had a banner headline which read NO HOPE LEFT.  This was in the context of John F. Kennedy, Jr.’s 1999 plane crash.  Still, some readers could take that headline the wrong way.


Then too, there are the wacky headlines in the tabloids, but that’s a whole other story.


They’re still at it:

The book, Squad Helps Dog Bite Victim, and Other Flubs from the Nation’s Press:

Some nice collections:

From the New York Times:

Jay Leno was famous for digging out headlines too.  I never really watched his show at all though. :

patRichard M. Nixon’s wife was named Pat, of course.


Poor and Hungry, for Awhile at Least

December 23, 2014
In Arizona, the Summer of 1977

In Arizona, the Summer of 1977

In 1977, I went on an extended tour of the west side of the United States.  I had a ride to New Orleans.  Most of the rest of the time, I hitchhiked.  Most of this was alone, though I thumbed along with some friends from Louisiana to Arizona.

I did a loop through Texas, Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois and back to Michigan again.

I had four extended stops.  The first was in New Orleans.  The second was around Flagstaff and Sedona, Arizona.  The third was in Merced, California.  The fourth was in the bay area.  I hung out in San Francisco, Berkeley and Oakland.

For the first three stops, I was with friends.  I had a place to stay and it was all very pleasant.  The fourth stop, I was on my own. I was around San Francisco for about a week.  The only time that I was properly sheltered was the night that I met with the Surrealists.

I had amazing and wonderful adventures that Summer.

Yet there was a whole side to the trip where I was uncomfortable.  I got to know what hunger is like.

When one is hungry, really hungry, you get desperate for food.  I behaved badly.  My stomach overruled  my mind.  I begged for spare change.  I did some cautious “dumpster diving.”  I remember finding day-old bread and fruit.  Overripe bananas taste great if you’re hungry enough.  I never robbed anybody, but I am ashamed that I stole food from a friend.  I was just too hungry.

When you’re really active and it’s really hot out, you need more food, not less.  I was carrying a pack, too.  I made sure to keep a canteen or two full of water.  Between the heat, the activity and the rarity of food, I got quite thin.

I shoplifted food a bit, too.  I only did this a few times.  I think that if one steals because they’re extremely hungry, it’s a different matter.  Some are desperate to feed themselves and/or their hungry children.  Should they be caught, maybe they could be given a second chance at least.

I realize that I wasn’t truly homeless.  Eventually, I did call home.  I was wired a little money.

Still, I lived a derelict’s life.  I was a drifter.  I slept in abandoned houses and in the woods.  I think that you can’t live through an experience like that and be a radical conservative.  To do so would be a form of insanity, or other extremely delusional behavior.

To see things through the eyes of the poor changes your vision.  Even if you’ve walked in their shoes very briefly, it still very different from just reading about it or seeing a movie about it.

It informs a belief that those down on their luck should be helped.  There should be a safety net for them the way that there is for the elderly with social security.

Another account of this adventure:

Books That I’ve Read Recently/ Number 2

December 19, 2014
Nancy Cunard

Nancy Cunard

Nancy Cunard Heiress, Muse, Political Idealist by Lois Gordan c2007 247 pages

Opium: Reality’s Dark Dream by Thomas Dormandy c2012 366 pages

The Secret Museum by Molly Oldfield c2013 352 pages

Rarest of the Rare Stories behind the Treasures at the Harvard Museum of Natural History by Nancy Pick c2004 178 pages

The Stammering Century by Gilbert Seldes c 1928 414 pages


Psychoanalytic Explorations in Art by Ernst Kris c1952 358 pages

American Visions The Epic History of Art in America by Robert Hughes c1997 635 pages

Metropolis by Thomas Elsaesser c2012 112 pages. British Film Insititute Book series.  2nd edition.

Salesman by J.M. Tyree c2012 103 pages. British Film Insititute Book series

Stroheim by Arthur Lennig c200 514 pages

Erich von Stroheim

Erich von Stroheim

I‘ve read a lot of other things this year as well.  There are too many to list here.  Some were books related to music including blues and jazz.  There were other books related to Nancy Cunard and Erich von Stroheim.  I read several books on Orson Welles.  I’m in the middle of work by Rabelais.  I’m always looking at Surrealism.  I read poetry at random including work by Kenneth Patchen, Lorca,  John Keats and Bob Kaufman.  Then the comics including work by Walt Kelly, Virgil Partch, Milt Gross, Charles Addams and more.  There’s no end to books!

Why I Don’t Drive a Car

November 14, 2014

Picture of a Rusty Old Car

I haven’t tried to drive an automobile since I was a teenager!  I suppose I should try to learn, just in case.  It might be handy in an emergency.

This is strange, because I live in Detroit.  My city played no small part in the ascendancy of the motor vehicle.  Here, if you don’t drive or don’t have someone to drive you, you’re in trouble.

Detroit has one of the worst mass transit systems of any big city in the United States, if not the world.  It’s as if everything’s designed to force you to buy and drive a car!

It all started with a bad experience in a driver’s education class.  I hadn’t really done a lot of preparation driving before the class and just went in there cold.  I didn’t catch on fast enough and the instructor lost his temper with me.  He’d yell at me and maybe fume a bit.  That soured me on the whole thing.  I wasn’t eager to drive in the first place.  This just helped to push me in the other direction.

Quickly, I got used to being a pedestrian.  I used to bicycle a lot.  For various reasons, I stopped.  Maybe someday I’ll get into that again.  I’d rather do that than buy a car.

The Detroit bus system went from bad to worse to worse.  I managed to get used to it. Just this morning, I had to wait over an hour for the bus.  I’d got to the bus stop early to be sure that I caught it.  It never came.  It was in the 20’s and my feet got cold. The driver of the bus I got on said that the previous coach had been hit by a car!  That’s the way it goes sometimes.  I hope that no one got hurt.

Anyway, riding the bus does have its good points.  I get a lot of reading done.  I’ve read hundreds of books while riding the bus.  I’ve done many hundreds of drawings on the bus too.

I appreciate the sense of being with the average, everyday people of my city.  People are almost always friendly and/or keep to themselves.  I’m the same way myself.  Though I rarely get into conversations with people, it’s usually interesting when I do.  I’ve only had to take a taxicab a few times.

It can be rough walking everywhere.  It’s good exercise though. Sometimes I walk for miles and miles.

I wrote a poem called My Life as a Pack Mule about lugging groceries and packages all around.  If you’re carrying a lot of stuff, you can’t just “leave it in your car.”  I’ve been mistaken for a homeless person, carrying all those bags around.  I wrote another poem about my life as an “arctic explorer.”  It’s bad driving around in a blizzard.  It’s also bad to be walking around in it or to try to keep warm while waiting for the next bus.  You’re in the elements.  Dress warmly.  In the Summer, be sure to carry a water bottle.

I’ll take a ride when I can get it.  Over the years, I have received many rides from friends, family, girlfriends, band-mates and so on.  Thank you all!

Then too, there’s the whole issue of the car as a destructive force. There are car accidents and wrecks.  As a pedestrian, I have no seat-belts or thick metal exoskeleton to protect me.  I’ve had plenty of close calls.

Cars also contribute to greenhouse gasses and the pollution of the planet.  I do believe in global climate change.  The automobile causes trouble in many ways.

I realize that they have been made to be essential.  Detroit’s a far cry from New York City or Chicago.  In those cities, it’s not as rough trying to get around without driving.  “Better Mass transit Everywhere!”  That’s what I say.

Maybe someday I’ll learn to drive, but I’m in no hurry to.  I don’t look down on or have serious problems with drivers.  A lot of people want to or have to drive cars.  I participate as a rider.  Yet as far as being a driver goes, I continue to be a sort of conscientious objector.

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From Orson Welles’ film of Booth Tarkington’s novel The Magnificent Ambersons:

George: I said, “Automobiles are a useless nuisance.” Never amount to anything but a nuisance. They had no business to be invented.
Uncle Jack: Of course, you forget Mr. Morgan makes them. Also did his share in inventing them. If you weren’t so thoughtless, he might think you’re rather offensive.
Eugene: I’m not sure George is wrong about automobiles. With all their speed forward, they may be a step backward in civilization. It may be that they won’t add to the beauty of the world or the life of men’s souls. I’m not sure. But automobiles have come. And almost all outward things are going to be different because of what they bring. They’re going to alter war and they’re going to alter peace. And I think men’s minds are going to be changed in subtle ways because of automobiles. And it may be that George is right. It may be that in ten or twenty years from now, if we can see the inward change in men by that time, I shouldn’t be able to defend the gasoline engine but would have to agree with George: that automobiles had no business to be invented.


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