The Art of Logistics

The Art of Logistics has many possibilities. An image-object like this can become a clue. But that must wait, it is included here for chronological reasons, rather than by concept. Sometimes that’s how it works and I am trying to catch up with time, fully aware of how it slips in the opposite direction to one’s own movement.

This should have been posted two weeks ago but at the end of the day we crossed the river to explore the night. There we discovered the mysterious H – S – who introduced himself with an overview of Feuerbach and the workings of the Hegelian dialectic. This was masterfully done. I even smoked a cigarette. But that was later. First the dérive had to be experienced.

My walking companion was most gracious with their day. We walked around the edge of a construction site and crossed the bridge to look at a factory complex. After which we studied the European Central Bank. This was followed by a zig-zag tour of the edge of the centre of the city. We even found some bourgeois modernism and considered on a scale of 1 to 10 how cross Adolf Loos might have been.

We idled through the West End (27,000 steps had been recorded) and then carried out a study of the IG Farben building. We continued through the grounds of the Goethe-Universität Frankfurt am Main. Where to next?

Finally we arrived at the building designed by Mart Stam which had once been the Henry and Emma Budge Altersheim (old people’s home). In 1929 when it was completed, it was for elderly Christian and Jewish people.

The documentary film maker Ella Bergmann-Michel made a film about the building .

It is not clear what the House of Labour is. In many ways. Just watch the news.

The house in a bourgeois Arts & Crafts style was intriguing. Restraint had to be applied to prevent a ring on the bell to request a look inside.

And one last look at the financial centre before we were lost in side streets and back alleys. It is better when capitalist alienation expresses itself in an alienated form. Then we all know where we are. And when we find a seemingly random stranger who introduces themselves with German philosophy of the early nineteenth century we are aware that those studies on alienation have not been wasted.