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"Baltimore's Museums"


Prologue
Who's Mike?

By Mike K2

Baltimore Museums
Forward by, M.E.

So who is Mike?

Michael W Kohlman is perhaps Baltimore's bad boy of poetry, or at least somewhere along the way everyone might agree, he's definitely controversial. Mike thinks of himself more as a poetic writer than a poet.  In short he feels he suffers enough and would prefer the, "Poet," moniker be placed on him by someone else after death.

His electronic portfolio exists on FanStory.com and consists of about 390 poems, a couple dozen short stories and essays, as well his biography. Since 2008, he is regularly published in Poems of the World, which is quarterly periodical with worldwide distribution.

He feels if it needs to be said, then it should. If it is bad, he uses the criteria of whether or not he can live with himself if he doesn't say it. Poetry has been wonderful to use in order to cut though the politics to get to an important thought that should be considered.

Lauding the good or presenting something in a new light is an extreme pleasure and provides the best sense of accomplishment. Ah, but the best laid plans of mice and men...

Writing can also create wacky and interesting adventures; poetry in the rock and roll world, meeting many interesting people that all heart, passion and spirit. Attributed love poems can bring to bear punishments handed out greater than actual crimes.

Mike's greatest goal was to be an explorer and find adventure, something though just about impossible in this modern and fully explored world, but it didn't stop him from being a mountain climber, and his goal of finding himself in the, "Unexplored" was actually not accomplished on the earth or above it, but in the earth.

That is how Mike began poetry, out of frustration and a way to communicate to people, what he truly got out of caving. Quite honestly, the stories of his actual adventure were simply convincing people he was crazy.

Mike started writing poetry after a divorce as he perceived it as indicated by high school English instruction; boring. He simply wanted that boring pursuit to help fill in the probation that makes up so much of life.

To his complete and utter astonishment, he once again became that explorer and the adventure offered from his poetic writing never seems to fail to come to him.

Writing can be just as challenging and exasperating as climbing a mountain. The rewards can create as much a feeling as looking out over the earthy land from the top of the world...

A wisp of feeling like God himself, yet knowing how small you actually are in the scheme of things; but also what you are capable of accomplishing.

From Mike:

I no longer see poetry as having anything to do with language, but an artistic and performance medium. Ideally suited to convey images, feelings, ideas and philosophies for other people to  interpret and consider. With a project such as, "Baltimore Museums," I love the journalistic sense I also must have.

Author Notes I love writing in the third person. My main basis isn't self-flattery, but what I have been told about myself or felt from others.


Chapter 1
Why Baltimore's Museums.

By Mike K2

Why a poetic/photographic project for Baltimore's Museums?

I just think it is an important time to do a project to highlight the museums of Baltimore. Especially, since Baltimore is cash strapped as people are not only leaving the city, but many people from surrounding areas tend not to visit as one is just as likely to encounter a bad experience, as much as a good one.

For years The Poe House and Museum, which ran on a stipend from the city, was not only threatened with the city insisting they become self-sufficient and no longer funded; that actually happened.

In September of 2012 The Poe House and Museum had to close its doors with people also picking up Poe artifacts donated for the museum's use. The Poe House is in what I call a state of receivership with another museum and does plan to reopen its doors in the fall of 2013. Fundraising and celebratory events are still occurring.

The city has also cited plans to sell of a dozen other historical landmarks, which I feel were underutilized, such as the city's Shot Tower. Once the nations tallest building and produced dropped lead shot for firearms from 1828-1892.

The other reason I decided to do this work is to say thanks and show support to so many museums I visited, enjoyed and even volunteered at. It would be no greater pleasure for me to produce something that the museums could use themselves to generate much needed revenue.

Last, I want this to be a reminder for the museums themselves of what people love about them and their role in providing the attentive services to make a person's visit enjoyable.

There are those who view the museum as their property, or treat their responsibilities like a job, not a service; so it would be nice to show them an expanded view and make them think about their mission statements.

I also want to provide those who volunteer with accolades, as it is their love for what they do that definitely adds to that enjoyable experience their visitors receive. Their commitment to service, such as leading tours, as well the extra knowledge they supply to inquiring patrons.


My childhood was blessed with many visits to museums and I attended many on family outings with my father and mother, then again as my sister grew up. The Baltimore Zoo, Druid Hill Conservatory, The Poe House and Museum, and many others were ones we visited.

My father was upset that the Shot Tower was usually closed, but the one time he found the door open and was informed it was closed; he managed to sweet talk the steward on giving us an impromptu tour. That personal commitment made a building become much more than a landmark letting you know you entered into Little Italy.

Likewise with my grandmother, who loved the Walter's Art Gallery; there were trips to them and other smaller museums by way of MTA, and it made for many interesting Summer Vacation diversions, from my usual explorations and adventures at the park.

To me, all museums have their element of being haunted. Most are psychological impressions as you admire a former craftsman's or artist's skills, talent and love. Or you come to understand why someone made an object a coveted treasure.  Or like the Industrial Museum, preserved a pivotal era of our existence.

But what greater honor, then security giving you the go ahead to run amuck though the museum after hours. Indeed, in the darkened environs, the museum came alive with life.

It was just a rare benefit for helping out a friend with his Eagle project at the newly opened, National Aquarium in Baltimore. Standing on the platform at the Dolphin tank and having the Dolphins perform for us a special show ... Until they realized we didn't have their fish bucket with us. Or walking though and getting the feeling that to the thousands of fish, you were more of a display then them.

And talk about haunted woods, go though the Rain Forest alone at night. But it was that night I truly learned to appreciate the creation of this living museum as you toured and saw just how much love and work went into creating it.

Enjoying the Baltimore Aquarium was just something I couldn't do during the day. I worked at retrieving hats and pacifiers from the tanks that people dropped in. I was also constantly distracted with handling my security responsibilities of, "Keeping things cool."

That night we let security know what we were truly capable of as we entertained them at their monitors with our wheelchair races and wrecks down the Coral Reef's tank ramp. But just as impressive as the museum itself was gaining an understanding of what is truly involved in running a museum.

This work is also for the everyday person to read, so they too, can find museums an interesting and worthwhile place to not only visit, but also support.

Author Notes Photograph copyright 2012. These are photographs of two of the outdoor displays from the American Visionary Art Museum's outdoor collection and combined using photoshop.


Chapter 2
Poe Evermore

By Mike K2

from mind to desk -words
blossom creative being
as readers' thoughts bloom

Author Notes This was actual a Haiku generated from a Facebook Haiku contest sponsored by the Facebook page, The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum which is located in Baltimore. I couldn't think but to embark upon a project of combining my talents to highlight Baltimore Museums and this Haiku makes a wonderful debut.


Chapter 3
Poe's House of Influence

By Mike K2

Edgar Allan Poe's works of mystery's conception,
tortured by teacher's insistent-incessant interjection.
The genius of a mad man with talent and support,
overshadowed is Poe's talented loud report.

But drowning words break surface and sound,
whispers dry off and storylines begin to expound.
Hearts beat, words repeat; walls call and houses fall.
Pendulums sing, terror will ring; guilt does confess...
As retribution's revenge doth profess!

Later in one's life walking the streets, Baltimore;
literary hints hit me more and more.
Funny how you notice, plaques said, "Poe was here;"
you are now walking Poe's life, yes it becomes clear.

Lost you find Poe's House, a museum of his mind;
funny and tantalizing this weary traveler's find!
As if guided writer to writer, by Poe's own hand;
a respite, yet curiosity ... Poe's effect does land.

Poe's house becomes an interesting and warm home,
fitting into psyche well, as scant fact becomes tome.
Poe's Baltimore life and house needs to be preserved;
he captures so many travelers its care is deserved.

No, it's for future people; not how the house influences me;
so like indelible words, Poe's mortar needs a future history!

Poe's spirit is there ... On occasion I do sense!
Imagine an admiring parent, showing their child,
who will grow up and Poe's words and memory
to others once again, dispense.


Chapter 4
The Poe House and Museum

By Mike K2

Edgar Allan Poe is an internationally well known poet and writer of mystery and the macabre. He is also one of the earliest practitioners of the short story and generally considered the inventor of detective fiction. In addition to having published many poems and books, he worked as editor for many publications himself.

Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, January 19, 1809 and more or less considered Virginia his home; he also lived in Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York.

The Poe family was established in Baltimore, 1755 by John Poe, great grandfather only a year before his death. Orphaned young, Edgar Allan Poe was taken in by John and Frances Allan, who never formally adopted him.

Poe would find Baltimore a refuge when feuding with John Allan. Poe even claimed to be born in Baltimore, not Boston. He also got his upstart in the literary world as a plaque on the Latrobe House, indicates that was where the decision was made, where Poe won a much needed $50.00 for, "MS. Found in a Bottle."

The Poe House and Museum is located in Baltimore on 203 North Amity Street and was saved by the Poe Society from demolition in the 1930s to make way for public housing, which was built around it.

The house was built in 1830, where Poe's aunt, Maria Clemm resided, starting in 1832. This is also where Edgar Allan Poe resided himself in Baltimore.  She also became his mother-in-law as he married her daughter, his cousin Virginia Clemm.

While Baltimore was one of the places he lived, Poe not only looked upon the city fondly, he passed though it on business, as well as visiting friends. Poe died in Baltimore on October 7, 1849, after being found in the beginning of October in a confused and disheveled condition, hospitalized at Washington College Hospital.

Much speculation about Poe's untimely and death under mysterious circumstance remain even today. The Poe House and Museum contains artifacts related to Poe, as well a presentation on him. They also try to develop a reasonable perspective about the facts of his death.

Poe is buried in Baltimore at grounds of Westminster Hall, where a memorial is also located, as well the mysterious appearance of the Poe Toaster.

Author Notes I do regret to inform the reader that since October of 2012, the Poe House and Museum has been closed, as Baltimore City ended it stipend of funding, insisting that the museum become self sufficient. It is currently under what I call a receivership of the B&O Museum which has a plan to make the museum self-sufficient. There are plans of reopening the Poe House and Museum later in 2013, and events related to Edgar Allan Poe and supporting the museum continue to occur.

The following sites were used to collection information on Poe and the museum:
The Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore (eapoe.org)

Wikipedia

Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum
Maria Clemm
Virginia Clemm



Chapter 5
Spirited Company of Final Thoughts

By Mike K2

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Author Notes The photograph of Poe was made up of the following images:

Photograph of window taken by Michael W. Kohlman

The Daguerreotype of Poe by William S. Hartshorn, 1848 was obtained from Wikipedia in a retouched state and is considered public domain as the copyright has expired in the United States of America.

This image was also altered and aged using, Age-Me.com to create an image which appears to be Poe had he lived another twenty years.


-Poe's death for many people is even a greater then the one's he penned while he was alive as on. Poe is found by Joseph W. Walker and taken into Cornelius Ryan's "4th Ward Polls," a tavern at Gunner's Hall, 44 East Lombard Street, awaiting the arrival of his friend Dr. Joseph Evans Snodgrass. Finding Poe nearly unconscious in the tavern, Snodgrass and Poe's uncle, Henry Herring, presume that he is drunk and send him in a carriage to Washington College Hospital (now Church Hospital), where his care is supervised by Dr. John J. Moran. (Direct excerpt is taken directly from the Edgar Allen Poe society's web page, "Edgar Allan Poe In Baltimore," from the chronology of his being in Baltimore. [I decided to keep it as is as it is so well written, to change it from this entry, would simply split up the facts and not really change the writing enough.]

In Poe's Society's entry, "Church Hospital (Site of Poe's Death)," it is explained that Poe was taken to a room in one of the towers, which is where they placed people suffering from the effects of alcohol so they don't bother the other patients. Poe's his attending physician, Dr. John J. Moran determined that Poe had not been drinking and since his cloths taken and replaced with articles more worn and garish, suspected that he had been robbed. He also noted that he angrily refused alcohol that was offered as a stimulant.

You can see for yourself both of these sites:
The Edgar Allan Poe Society
The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum
-In fact if you are a Poe follower and fan, they can use your help as Baltimore City Government decided to no longer fund them and in order to keep Edgar Allan Poe's House and Museum open, must become self sufficient.

The House's curator, Jeff Jerome, fervently defends Poe and attempts to dispel the myths on how Poe died. One of Mr. Jerome's beliefs is that Poe suffered from diabetes which wasn't discovered until 1889 in Europe. It remained an untreatable disease for quite some time after that. I feel this is possible, or more likely added to other conditions people in Poe's time suffered from.


I created this Poem with the knowledge that Poe was known for drinking, and though he signed a temperance pledge, was seen shortly, a few days before, raising a toast at a celebration. Other than that, the story-line is merely this authors speculation, and the setting of a bar more for the imagery than any other reason. It was the area he was found wandering in that led me to believe this was a possibility.

This work also held a horrific creep factor for me as I wrote the first half, and not even knowing when Poe died, decided to see how accurate I was. The first was weather and I noted both the date he passed away as well as the recollection of Neilson Poe as, "cold and grey with a touch of rain." Weather can turn on a dime in Baltimore that time of year, but usually the cold and gray lasts a few days.

The is a bar in Baltimore, "The Horse You Came In On Saloon," that makes the claim that was the last place Edgar Allan Poe was seen. Still being operated with a current website, I was shocked to see while the layout was different; the interior was virtually the same, including the front windows.

I found a photograph of the establishment taken in 1850, and was shocked that much more. I have been to the Fells Point area, but never visited the bars and saloons there, and have also seen drawings and photographs of the waterfront at various times in Baltimore's History. The bar is a waterfront one that is along Thames Street.

I also wanted to use a lamp lighter's reference and Baltimore was also one of the first cities to have gas lighting in the United States, and dates back to 1816, when Rembrandt Peale, William Gwynn, and three other partners formed the Gas Light Company of Baltimore. This company would eventually become known as Baltimore Gas and Electric Company who still exists today.

The other characteristics found in this poem, comes from my observations of caring for both my grandmother and father as they were in the process of dying.

My grandmother's cause of death came from gangrene septic which was brought on by poor circulation. She refused to accept death until it was painfully obvious there was going to be no choice in the matter. From a phenomena perspective her house became very active and at times, presented a Victorian feel.

My father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and immediately opted for hospice, and also died in his house. He not only accepted his death, he embraced it and couldn't die fast enough to his liking. This was phenomena as well, but generally not as commonplace, though if found it moments.

For looking for evidence of a condition, Edgar Allan Poe did feel that something was going on, yet the symptoms of such may have been small and usually as one ages, people become more retrospective in thinking about the life they have left. Edgar Allan Poe died at age 40, which is usually considered around the normal mortality age, and also by my observation the age area when chronic conditions become evident.

In my poem, "Ryan's Psalm," I recount the death of Ryan Potter who did in the apartments across from work from alcohol poisoning, in December of 2008. Also in the group of row home apartments, were drug addicts who stole his personal effects off of his dead body so someone finding Poe fairly out of it could have easily swapped his clothing.


Chapter 111
The Jewish Museum in Baltimore

By Mike K2

The Jewish Museum of Maryland

Author Notes
"The Synagogue Speaks," is the name of the tour of both Synagogues and perhaps it speaks too much to me, but for all I consider it an excellent tour for people of all religions to take.

I tell you what, it took me six hours to write this Haiku. Granted I was thinking about it at work and trying to keep my fingers attached to my hands, but usually 20 minutes suffice. I also didn't like the notion of the old Rabbi in the Bimah laughing at me, "So you wanted to know why I went Deli!"

I really wanted to use the photograph of the Lloyd Street Synagogue, the third oldest in the United states, but it just didn't lend itself for use with this Haiku. This is the B'nai Israel Synagogue, an active synagogue that is also toured. I chose this one as it has that exact atmosphere that I wanted to convey, as well the tour guide isn't pushed out by the white board in the other synagogue. I really like him as he leads an excellent and interesting tour, and also accommodated my request that he included mention of the rescued Torahs when I took the tour again for research. The Lloyd Street Synagogue will be featured in one of their upcoming poems.

Photography copyright 2012, Michael W Kohlman, Baltimore, MD


Chapter 112
The Jewish Museum of Maryland

By Mike K2

The Jewish Museum was established in 1960 to save and restore the Lloyd Street and B'nai Israel (built in 1876 and still active) Synagogues, as well a more modern museum building which makes up the Jewish Museum's campus.

The Lloyd Street Synagogue is United State's third oldest and opened in 1845 as Baltimore Hebrew Congregation until 1889. It was purchased by people who were Lithuanian Catholic immigrants and became the St. John the Baptist Lithuanian Catholic Church.

During the 1890's, a new wave of Jewish immigrants from Europe started arriving and repurchased the church as the St. John's congregation moved out of it. It then became a traditional shul known as Shomrei Musgneres Ha-Kodesh who seized the opportunity and restored it back to its original purpose.

Due to the declining Jewish population in the area, the synagogue fell into disrepair and in 1960, The Jewish Historical Society of Maryland was formed to save and restore the synagogue. The Jewish Museum of Maryland was also created.

The museum hosts the "Synagogue Speaks" tour and exhibits, "Voices of Lombard Street," which is about the aspects of Jewish life in the area as well and how it fits into the history of the area and Baltimore.

The museum also has temporary exhibits such as: "Chosen Foods (prior)," "ZAP! POW! BAM! The Superhero: The Golden Age of Comic Books, 1938-1950 (current)," and "Passages Through The Fire: Jews and the Civil War (planned)."

They also present programs and exhibits in regards to aspects of Jewish culture, history and practice, as well as community outreach.


Chapter 113
~A Little Jewish Museum~

By Mike K2

A Little Jewish Museum photo LittleJewishMuseumFinal1_edited-1_zps1a2c378f.jpg

Author Notes Chapter number has no relation to to the incomplete book. Because of the number of poems and museums, this work has been given a tentative chapter relative to the overall position in the completed book.


Poem, photographs, layout and design by Michael W Kohlman

The bottom most photograph is a graphic representation of the entire Jewish Museum of Maryland campus. A building in the foreground that actually blocks the Lloyd Street Synagogue was removed and a second photograph of the synagogue was substituted in it's place.


Chapter 114
Brownie, My Pet Duck!

By Mike K2

Brownie My Pet Duck photo 114BrownieTheDuck_VRF_zps0a5211fd.jpg

Author Notes FanStory Reviewers, please note that this poem is in a reserved position in this book, and that chapters are not congruous until complete. Also, for personal reasons, I am working backwards in my posts.

In addition to the Synagogues, they have the exhibit, "Voices of Lombard Street." This exhibit depicts early 1900's Jewish life and the street was just as widely known as, "Corn Beef Row," because of all the Jewish delis, which were also located in around Baltimore's work hubs.

I loved the storefront they museum has, but for whatever reason, the photograph I took never made it to data on the camera's card and I am not able to go back and retake the pictures I want to use.

This poem actually comes from my maternal side of the family, and is my Grandmother's actual story. She wasn't Jewish, but lived near that area as a Czechoslovakian. Without refrigeration, you went to the butcher and ran the butchered animal or part straight to the pan, or with things like chickens, ducks and geese; let them have a little extra life until you were ready to cook them.

The poem is an adaptation of a previously penned poem, "My Pet Goose." My aunt told me the story and it was not a goose, but a duck. My great grandfather was very popular with the girls because he always gave them wood curls, which they thought was special; not realizing he was a master wood carver and the wood curls were the trash that was produced.


Chapter 199
The Walters Art Museum

By Mike K2

The Walters Art Museum photo 199WaltersHaikuVR_zpse116963e.jpg


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