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USS Bonhomme Richard
Opposites Attract
By: - Dec 06th, 2015My aviator/ photographer friend, Jonas Dovydenas, flew from Pittsfield to North Adams to meet for lunch. He wanted to show me a new 500 image portfolio posted to his web site. He outlined plans for an extensive catalogue and show of early work in Chicago. Now up in years we discussed keeping busy with creative projects. It's what keeps artists young and engaged.
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Jesus Saves
Battle of Good and Evil in the Heartland
By: - Dec 03rd, 2015Flat as can be. Driving by miles of wheat and corn. Kansas dead center of nowhere. Bible country. Giant crosses and Jesus Saves facing off Lion's Den where horny huskers get their porn.
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Loaves and Fishes
Reading at Williams
By: - Dec 02nd, 2015Like Cocteau the body and blood of the poet. Six months later launch of second book Total Gonzo Poems. Intimate gathering at the Williams Faculty Club.
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Sirens
Ulysess Just Wanted To Listen
By: - Dec 01st, 2015In the court of pubic opinion there is no art. Or what there is lacks edge, risk or originality. The best way to make art is to make art. Then some more and more after that. Some of it may be Ok but probably not. Which makes it good or really really bad. Mostly it's just doing it.
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Low Winter Sun
Hearts in Darkness
By: - Nov 29th, 2015In New England our hearts and minds morph in response to the seasons. The hope of summer darkens with the scant light of winter. It is when we allow the tragic to invade for a time only to be purged with the return of spring.
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First Light
Prisoner's Last Meal
By: - Nov 28th, 2015For his last meal the condemned man ordered Maine lobster. That didn't fit the warden's budget.
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Artist Raphael Soyer
Russian Born American Master
By: - Nov 28th, 2015The Russian born brothers Soyer- Raphael, Moses and Isaac- were little men but giants of the era of Social Realism and the WPA. They painted the workers of New York. Pat Hills organized a retrospective for Raphael at the BU Art Gallery. I met him then and he signed a poster. Later I photographed Raphael in Provincetown.
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Buddy and Junior
Black and Blue on Saturday Night
By: - Nov 27th, 2015Blues men Buddy Guy and Junior Wells blew in from the windy city for a week at Sandy's in Beverly. There was a slow start early in the week but they tore the roof off on Saturday night.
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Black Friday
Mobs at the Mall
By: - Nov 26th, 2015Pushing away from the table a rush to the mall. Getting a jump on the annual feeding frenzy. Sweaters and socks, cameras and I Phones, perhaps diamonds and cars. Celebrating a child born long ago destined to die for our sins.
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Over the Boulders
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Turkeys
American Classic with a Gallic Flavor
By: - Nov 24th, 2015Invited to Thanksgiving some years ago by my uncle Bill Giuliano and his wife Esterre she served turkey cooked with a Gallic flavor. The bird was roasted with a white wine glaze. Inspired by her while celebrating we are sobered by the slaughter in Paris as well as those gunned down in American cities under siege through crime and racism.
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E Pluribus Unum
Syrians Not Welcome in Massachusetts
By: - Nov 21st, 2015Unless you are Native American we are all immigrants or their descendants. The fear of admitting terrorists is palpable but has frozen our hearts and compassion for Syrians fleeing the horrors of war. The Statue of Liberty has lost its meaning.
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Jack Lyons
Valulting Broadway Candlesticks
By: - Nov 16th, 2015An early member of Screen Actors Guild he is a voting member of The Academy. A highlight of the recent theatre critics conference in New York was hanging out with my left coast pal the effervescent Jack Lyons. Like the big cats he slays me and is a killer with the chair and whip. The trick is keeping up with him while ducking the lashing wit.
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Moby Dick
When What Is Probably Isn't
By: - Nov 08th, 2015As a teenager I read Moby Dick as an adventure story about whaling. My professor later told me what it was really about.
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Charlotte Moorman and Nam June Paik
Avant-garde Icons
By: - Nov 04th, 2015I never knew quite how to respond to the TV installations of Nam June Paik and his performance collaborations with nude cellist Charlotte Moorman. Today they are regarded as pioneers of multi media art. Astrid was friends with them as fellows of the Center for Advanced Visual Studies at MIT.
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Mom Cracked the Whip
Not Loosing a Step
By: - Nov 02nd, 2015Mom loved winters in Florida; West Palm Beach condo next to the ocean, with friends and neighbors. Until she got to old for the commute. Alone in Annisquam was hard. Pip came every day fixing supper and getting her ready for night on the porch then bed. She craved company but never spared the zingers. It was always an adventure to visit.
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Lou Reed
Times Trash Talk
By: - Oct 31st, 2015Hung out to dry, nailed to the cross of rock 'n' roll, Lou Reed dies to save us from ourselves.
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This Cigar’s a Good Smoke
Burn Baby Burn
By: - Oct 29th, 2015J.M. Robert Henriquez, consigliore to Charles Giuliano in all matters creative and poetic, expands on the metaphor of a good cigar.
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Transition (75 Years)
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High Bush
Amigo Have a Cigar
By: - Oct 28th, 2015Anyone can write the easy ones. We all have a tale to tell. Then it gets harder. After harvesting the low hanging fruit you reach higher where the air is thin and clear.
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Old Miss
Lowering the Confederate Flag
By: - Oct 28th, 2015Through the consensus of students and faculty the state flag of Mississippi, with its confederate stars and bars, no longer is raised on the campus of Old Miss. The heritage of slavery dies hard in the land where cotton was king.
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Vines
Fences and Neighbors
By: - Oct 28th, 2015Good fences make good neighbors. Particularly when swathed in vines.
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Sammo
Body Count
By: - Oct 28th, 2015Poetics of the grim reaper. Account of whom the gods love.
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Muddy Waters
Got His Mojo Working
By: - Oct 28th, 2015Young British rockers Stones, Yardbirds, Clapton, Beck lapped up Muddy's licks on those iconic Chess Records. Copped his tunes some morphed from Robert Johnson King of the Delta Blues. Always a thrill when he came to town and held court.
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Theseus
In and Out
By: - Oct 26th, 2015Going deep into confronting works of art and performances. Bombarded by every more fragmented nuggets and facets of information. Formed into some cohesion then finding the thread back out. Always leaving something behind. Ritual sacrifice to the muse binding the wounds of critical thinking.
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