Walter Schnackenberg - The sleepwalker (1956)

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Walter Schnackenberg, Ballet und Pantomime, and his muse Lo Hesse a model and dancer at the Berlin State Opera.

Messy Nessy

Snake costume design, Walter Schnackenberg, 1920

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Peter Pathé in Groteske, 1922

Peter Pathé in Groteske. Photo by Greiner. Costume design: Walter Schnackenberg. Published: 1922

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Greiner :: Peter Pathé in Groteske. From a book of Schnackenberg's works, published in Munich in 1922 by Musarion. | src Ketterer Kunst

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Walter Schnackenberg (German, 1880 - 1961) - Deutsches Theater

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"My father puzzles why / It is my habit to identify / Carnations as 'Christ’s flowers,' knowing I // Can give no explanation but 'Because.'"

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The Embrace -- Walter Schnackenberg

The Embrace, 1949 by Walter Schnackenberg (1880-1961)

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NIGHTFISHING

The kitchen's old-fashioned planter's clock portrays A smiling moon as it dips down below Two hemispheres, stars numberless as days, And peas, tomatoes, onions, as they grow Under that happy sky; but though the sands Of time put on this vegetable disguise, The clock covers its face with long, thin hands. Another smiling moon begins to rise. We drift in the small rowboat an hour before Morning begins, the lake weeds grown so long They touch the surface, tangling in an oar. You've brought coffee, cigars, and me along. You sit still, like a monument in a hall, Watching for trout. A bat slices the air Near us, I shriek, you look at me, that's all, One long sobering look, a smile everywhere But on your mouth. The mighty hills shriek back. You turn back to the hake, chuckle, and clamp Your teeth on your cigar. We watch the black Water together. Our tennis shoes are damp. Something moves on your thoughtful face, recedes. Here, for the first time ever, I see how, Just as a fish lurks deep in water weeds, A thought of death will lurk deep down, will show One eye, then quietly disappear in you. It's time to go. Above the hills I see The faint moon slowly dipping out of view, Sea of Tranquillity, Sea of Serenity, Ocean of Storms... You start to row, the boat Skimming the lake where light begins to spread. You stop the oars, midair. We twirl and float. I'm in the kitchen. You are three days dead. A smiling moon rises on fertile ground, White stars and vegetables. The sky is blue. Clock hands sweep by it all, they twirl around, Pushing me, oarless, from the shore of you.

GJERTRUD SCHNACKENBERG

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Walter Schnackenberg  ”Das Plakat”, Jan. 1921

Messy Nessy

— Gjertrud Schnackenberg, "Signs"

Roman Banquet by Walter Schnackenberg, 1959

Walter Schnackenberg - Selections from "Ballet und Pantomime" (1920)