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  shining, brave new world of enlightened engineers and alien architectures

  is a perfectly Scheerbartian conceit — a luminous and curative utopia of

  tomorrow, nailed to the doorpost beyond which lay global war.

  Ironic utopias aside, both of these texts, separated by twenty years,

  introduced new ways of thinking about glass construction that found

  material expression in the architectural experiments of Taut, who was

  introduced to the poet in 1913, and whose work stands as a representation

  of the often overlooked influence of Scheerbart’s aesthetics on the many

  modernisms that took shape in the metropoles of early twentieth-century

  Europe. With revolution on his mind, Taut followed Scheerbart through

  the looking glass. The magical vernacular of the poet’s colored-glass

  visions deeply inspired Taut, who in turn gave form to Scheerbart’s desire

  to fuse the synthetic and the biological, to forge a new “biotechnical”

  nature.7 The following year, in 1914, they marked their alliance in an

  act of cocreation: at the behest of Taut, Scheerbart penned fourteen

  aphorisms, deviously playful apothegms on the totemic power of colored

  glass. Taut inscribed several across the frieze of his glass pavilion, built

  for the 1914 Werkbund Exhibition in Cologne.

  Sponsored by the German glass industries, Taut’s pavilion embodied

  Scheerbart’s concept of glass architecture to its core. Indeed, the house,

  with Scheerbart’s text blazing across its surface, spoke the language of

  the novel, and the novel the language of the house. In a pamphlet on the

  pavilion written for the Werkbund Exhibition, Taut remarked: “Current

  architecture desperately needs to be freed from depressing, immobile,

  clichéd monumentality. This can only be achieved by flowing, artistic

  lightness.”8 Like a modernist rite of passage — reform by light! baptism by

  glass! — Taut’s house and Scheerbart’s novel would show the way. As a pro-

  totype for a new regime of glass construction, Taut’s pavilion was meant

  to test the limits of its form (much like Scheerbart’s novel-manifesto) and

  to demonstrate a radicalized form of dwelling — a courageous, phantas-

  magoric house, an example of industrial possibility, electrifying and light-

  ing up the silent, ascetic voids of an already sanitized modernism. Here

  is Scheerbart’s voice, in colored, crystallized form: “mehr Farbenlicht!”

  As Taut wrote in Die Glocke, “We do not wish to proselytize, nor can

  we; we too are building and sitting at our glass crucibles.”9

  Although their collaboration was brief, it had a profound bearing on

  the development of German architectural modernism and its international

  diaspora. Their shared ideas helped shape a movement whose contours

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  and arcs demarcate what might be described as an alternative polychro-

  matic modernity, a counterpath to the more canonical culture of glass

  architecture dominated by the tropes of transparency and whiteness,

  such as we find in the built work of Le Corbusier, Ludwig Mies van der

  Rohe, and the later Walter Gropius. For Taut, writing this history of

  glass architecture meant writing poetry. “Scheerbart’s writings, and his

  ‘Glass Architecture’ in particular,” Taut recalled, “are this history, and

  my utopias. This history of what is to come is no more a fantasy than

  our hindsight into a past on which the lamp of the present casts only a

  small beam of light.”10

  The architectural critic and historian Adolf Behne, a longtime friend of

  Taut’s from his Choriner Kreis (Chorin Circle Group) days, and an early

  acolyte of Scheerbart’s glass vision, once remarked that for Taut “the con-

  stant desire was to get from earth to heaven.”11 With this disavowal — of

  the centralizing forces of homeland and the mass tenement city, of the

  bodily traumas of industrial modernity — came a sublime, almost reli-

  gious experience of disembodiment described by Behne as “the ultimate

  resolution.” If Taut’s gaze truly did seek the cosmos in hope of salvation,

  it was to Scheerbart’s Technicolor night skies that he looked. Taut’s cult

  of the “Beyond,” as he called it, was an aggregate of many sources, but its

  beating heart was the aporia that Scheerbart spent a lifetime articulat-

  ing — the impossibility of utopia, which one must nevertheless attempt

  to construct, in perpetuum. Or, as Taut described it, “The echo comes

  back from the forest according to how you shout.”12

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  NOTES

  1. It should be noted that Taut launched Frühlicht first as an insert within the bimonthly

  circular Stadbaukunst alter und neuer Zeit, whose board he joined in 1920. Frühlicht

  appeared in the first fourteen issues of Stadbaukunst, after which it ran for four issues

  as an independent journal.

  2. Bruno Taut, introduction to “Glashausbriefe von Paul Scheerbart,” Frühlicht 3

  (February 1920), in Stadbaukunst alter und neuer Zeit 1, no. 3 (February 1920): 45.

  This book, 132.

  3. See Paul Scheerbart, Glasarchitektur (Berlin: Verlag Der Sturm, 1914). Reprint, with

  an afterword by Wolfgang Pehnt, Munich: Rogner und Bernhard, 1971. Reprint, with

  an afterword by Mechtild Rausch, Berlin: Gebr. Mann Verlag, 2000. Translated into

  English by James Palmes, in Dennis Sharp, ed., “Glass Architecture” by Paul Scheerbart

  and “Alpine Architecture” by Bruno Taut (New York: Praeger, 1972). This book, 22–90.

  See also Paul Scheerbart, Die Baumaterialien der Zukunft (Berlin: Technischer Verlag

  für Kunst und Kunstgewerbe, 1893). This book, illustrations, 144, 147.

  4. Scheerbart, Baumaterialien, 11.

  5. Bruno Taut, “Glass Architecture,” Die Glocke, March 1921, 1374–76. This book, 120.

  6. Ibid., 119.

  7. Here I am drawing on Detlef Mertins’s reading of the emergence of what he calls a

  “bioconstructivist” and “biotechnical” aesthetics in the work of Taut, Lásló Moholy-

  Nagy, El Lissitzky, and Hannes Meyer, which, he argues, was heavily indebted both

  to Scheerbart’s vision and to Taut’s postwar endeavors to keep the Scheerbartian line

  alive. Mertins writes: “For Taut, as for Scheerbart, glass architecture represented a

  new stage in the development of technology that promised to reintegrate humanity

  with nature. Taut’s aim was not a naïve return to pre-modern craft but a return

  forward to a new nature, a second and synthetic nature achieved by humanity but in

  accordance with nature’s laws. . . . While Scheerbart did not use the term ‘biotechnics,’

  it may be apt for any architecture that aspires to the status of a second nature.” Detlef

  Mertins, Modernity Unbound: Other Histories of Architectural Modernity (London:

  Architectural Association, 2011), 17, 18.

  8. Bruno Taut, “Glashaus Werkbund-Ausstellung Cöln 1914” (Berlin: Buchdruckerei

  Albert Nauck, 1914). This book, 104.

  9. This book, Taut, “Glass Architecture,” 120.

  10. Ibid.

  11. Adolf Behne, “Bruno Taut,” Neue Blätter für Kunst und Dichtung 2 (April 1919): 15.

  12. Bruno Taut, from “Mein Weltbild,” a
letter to the Crystal Chain group, written

  October 19, 1920, reprinted in The Crystal Chain Letters: Architectural Fantasies

  by Bruno Taut and His Circle, ed. Iain Boyd Whyte (Cambridge, MA: MIT Press,

  1985), 159.

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  A Strange Bird: Paul Scheerbart,

  or The Eccentricities of a Nightingale

  Reading Paul Scheerbart’s fiction instantly summons a period rich in

  aesthetic eccentricities and unforgettable eccentrics, roughly spanning

  1890 to the start of the Great War: a longueur of late symbolist dec-

  adence and Arctic expeditions, imagist poetry and hot air balloons,

  angst-ridden Nordic theater and the first Parisian car crashes. For all

  but one year of his life, Scheerbart lived in a world often dismissively

  described as frozen in the minute before the disaster, the placid eternity

  of Chekhov’s Three Sisters and Bernard Shaw’s Misalliance, spiced by

  Le sacre du printemps and the duchesse de Guermantes’s bal musettes.

  It was actually the same world that Céline’s embittered, brawling alco-

  holic families inhabited in the Passage Choiseul, their adolescent sons

  soon to turn into cannon fodder, the same human swarm busy going

  crazy in Broch’s Sleepwalkers and Musil’s Man without Qualities, its

  festering pathology brilliantly depicted in Michael Haneke’s 2009 film

  The White Ribbon.

  The First World War is usually thought to have been “unexpected.”

  Certainly its savagery and massive scale were beyond anything the human

  race had attempted previously. But it would be hard to look at Munch’s

  Scream of 1908, or the paintings Kokoschka exhibited in 1910, without

  inferring a contemporary sense that something large and terrible was

  about to happen.

  In Scheerbart’s Berlin, the sudden capital of frantic modernity, his gen-

  eration of artists was spooked by the pointless butchery of late nineteenth-

  century Europe’s cabinet wars, leery of the new century’s official optimism

  and society’s myriad efforts at self-perfection. Scheerbart’s ebullience over

  novel technologies of the period — the audiovisual components of mass

  media — invariably sounds its own troubled echo. Stories reveling in

  scientific marvels often betray apprehension that the same fabulous

  Illustration by Paul Scheerbart, nd.

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  innovations making life more interesting would likely make death more

  ubiquitous, bloody, and communal sooner or later.

  It’s rare that a Scheerbart story omits any mention of war or fails to

  strike a worried note about it. In “Atlas, the Comfortable: A Myth of

  Humanity” (this book, 176–79) several philosophers visit the god Atlas

  (who has licked the problems involved in holding up the world by placing

  it on columns) with the urgent question of how to end war forever. Atlas

  advises that “you have to get rid of rich people.” This seems straight-

  forward enough. The philosophers benignly choose to ask the rich to

  get rid of themselves. The rich, improbably, recognize the public benefit

  of this idea but keep “postponing the whole business.” In the meantime

  they enrich the philosophers by donating to the cause; the philosophers

  finally “become more patient.” War continues.

  The greater our despair — the closer we are to the gods. The gods

  want to compel us to draw ever closer to the grandiose. And the only

  means they have to achieve this is — misery. Only misery can give

  rise to great hopes and great plans for the future.

  (Paul Scheerbart, Perpetual Motion: The Story of an Invention)

  The imaginary contexts of Scheerbart’s fables and novellas distance

  reader and author from direct confrontations with interhuman violence,

  as Scheerbart’s fictions are designed to go down gently and impart their

  improving messages with the mildness of vitamin pills. His work engages

  the mind rather than the heart, though the innocent candor of his style

  is itself touching. At times it suggests the pathos of a writer clinging to

  naiveté and phobic avoidance of adult reality, but this subtracts nothing

  from his work’s exemplary artistry. Like Walser, Scheerbart is blessed

  with congenital refinement and an impeccable instinct for delighting

  his readers.

  It was believed among his friends that Scheerbart’s death in 1915

  resulted from self-starvation, a despairing protest against the global car-

  nage that had commenced the year before. This singular writer whose

  strongest suits are whimsy and an adolescent enthusiasm for bright, hal-

  lucinatory futures deserves to be taken seriously, as his alter persona is

  Cassandra, who didn’t warn the Trojans about nothing.

  That said, Scheerbart is proof of Jack Smith’s aperçu that much of

  the best art treats existence and its problems with a delicate, nuanced,

  unpretentious touch — and is relegated to obscurity because Western

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  culture trains us, insensibly, to equate bombast, heaviness, and Wagnerian

  overkill with importance and seriousness. Scheerbart merits far more

  respectful attention than the quirky footnote literary history has reduced

  him to. It’s the luck of the draw and a few PhD theses, I suppose, but his

  disappearance down the memory hole seems a howling critical injustice,

  in light of the innumerable festschrifts and revivals lavished on less gifted

  contemporaries like Raymond Roussel, who enjoys the high esteem of a

  writer whose work nobody actually reads but whose ingenious publicity

  stunts ensured his inscription in the literary histories written in his time.

  On 27 December 1907 I was thinking about little stories in which

  something new — astonishing — grotesque — would play a part. I was

  thinking about the future of cannons, which struck me as having

  great potential as instruments of transport; goods shot into the air

  with automatically opening parachute attachments would, it seemed

  to me, return quite comfortably to earth.

  (Paul Scheerbart, Perpetual Motion: The Story of an Invention)

  The expressive freedom of Scheerbart’s writing is uncanny. His imag-

  ination ranges over mythic earthly kingdoms, sentient minerals, ancient

  gods, future cities, Baron Münchhausen’s visit to China, and talking

  planets in distant reaches of the cosmos, with the childlike brio of Jules

  Verne; his verbal peregrinations are gracefully informal and indifferent

  to convention. Scheerbart’s morally attractive sentiments, sly humor, and

  infectious curiosity radiate from impeccably limpid sentences which,

  like those of Patricia Highsmith, have the authentic poetry of plainness.

  Scheerbart’s voice is utterly natural, unshowy, and, in its unassuming

  way, addictive.

  Like the antirealist works of Alfred Jarry, Oskar Panizza, and S. I.

  Witkiewicz — and, centrally, Franz Kafka — Scheerbart’s stories, novels,

  plays, and poems have stronger affinities to folklore, fables, and fantas-

  tic tales of every period than to fin-de-siècle and later Mitteleuropean

  naturalism. They elude genre categories, hybridizing p
oetry with prose,

  fiction with scientific treatise, fantasy with reportage. To extravagantly

  pataphysical tales Scheerbart attaches dry ironies of “visual proof” in

  the form of diagrams, schematics, and drawings, subtly blurring the line

  between oneric reverie and documentary reality. Scheerbart’s stories sus-

  pend quotidian space and time, evoking the dream world of origin myths

  and epic, episodic tales such as the Arabian Nights, The Manuscript Found

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  at Saragossa, the Icelandic Sagas — narratives nested in other narratives

  like Russian dolls.

  Set in the allegorical, indeterminate “once upon a time” of the Brothers

  Grimm, Scheerbart’s texts have the floating effect of Klee watercolors

  or Sufi proverbs. Their metaphysical, synchronous universe is unmoored

  from historical contingency. The recurring vagaries of the human con-

  dition are in one sense “hypostatized as Fate” (as Marcuse, in another

  context, characterized Heidegger’s concept of technology); in a different

  sense, what Adolf Loos referred to as humanity’s “private mess” is subject

  to improvement in Scheerbart’s stories when the private mess is placed

  in the right containers.

  Later, I imagined the entire atmosphere of the earth crisscrossed by

  cable cars. Cable cars descending from high mountain peaks struck

  me as particularly appealing. I thought about how hot air balloons

  might serve to keep these cable cars aloft when journeying to the

  North Pole and then imagined enormous Ferris wheels that, in my

  judgment, might roll through all kinds of terrain much faster than

  the small wheels that now are customary.

  (Paul Scheerbart, Perpetual Motion: The Story of an Invention)

  Such works, even when nominally self-contained as stories or essays,

  announce themselves as fragments of didactic, visionary projects whose

  discrete parts accrue greater significance considered in relation to each

  other. A utopian artist, Scheerbart was most fiercely concerned with mak-

  ing the case that social reality and its outcomes are primarily determined

  by the constructed environment. Uniquely among the arts, this is the

  raison d’être of theoretical architecture, and Scheerbart is more readily

  associated with architecture than with any other art, including literature.

 

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