• First Light

    Prisoner's Last Meal

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 28th, 2015

    For his last meal the condemned man ordered Maine lobster. That didn't fit the warden's budget.

  • Artist Raphael Soyer

    Russian Born American Master

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 28th, 2015

    The 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.

  • Buddy and Junior

    Black and Blue on Saturday Night

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 27th, 2015

    Blues 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.

  • Black Friday

    Mobs at the Mall

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 26th, 2015

    Pushing 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.

  • Turkeys

    American Classic with a Gallic Flavor

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 24th, 2015

    Invited 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.

  • E Pluribus Unum

    Syrians Not Welcome in Massachusetts

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 21st, 2015

    Unless 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.

  • Jack Lyons

    Valulting Broadway Candlesticks

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 16th, 2015

    An 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.

  • Moby Dick

    When What Is Probably Isn't

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 08th, 2015

    As a teenager I read Moby Dick as an adventure story about whaling. My professor later told me what it was really about.

  • Letter to Chris Busa

    For No Good Reason

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 10th, 2015

    For no good reason. Remembering recent encounters in Provincetown I wrote to my friend Chris Busa. We don't do this often enough. Every thought and impulse evokes the best and worst of us. How Pinteresque.

  • Subway Sirens

    Queens of the T

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 17th, 2015

    All over the T in every station that same girl in the ubiquitous Ann Taylor ads selling attitude and generic career girl fashions.

  • Unequivocal

    On the Other Hand

    By: c - Oct 17th, 2015

    When you come to the fork in the road take it.

  • Kicks

    From Beatle Boots to Docksiders

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 24th, 2015

    After a year or more shoes are like old friends. Well worn and beat up they glide easy where you want to go. Now 75 it's not about fashion. Back in the day it was strictly Beatle Boots and pimp kicks from Crystal's in the Zone.

  • Theseus

    In and Out

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 26th, 2015

    Going 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.

  • Sammo

    Body Count

    By: Melissa de Haan Cummings - Oct 28th, 2015

    Poetics of the grim reaper. Account of whom the gods love.

  • Vines

    Fences and Neighbors

    By: Melissa de Haan Cummings - Oct 28th, 2015

    Good fences make good neighbors. Particularly when swathed in vines.

  • Muddy Waters

    Got His Mojo Working

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 28th, 2015

    Young 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.

  • Old Miss

    Lowering the Confederate Flag

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 28th, 2015

    Through 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.

  • High Bush

    Amigo Have a Cigar

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 28th, 2015

    Anyone 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.

  • Transition (75 Years)


    By: Jane Hudson - Oct 28th, 2015

    Where once only a forest stood.

  • Over the Boulders

    Rolling and Tumbling

    By: Melissa de Haan Cummings - Nov 25th, 2015

    Watching an accident at the beach.

  • Charlotte Moorman and Nam June Paik

    Avant-garde Icons

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 04th, 2015

    I 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.

  • Mom Cracked the Whip

    Not Loosing a Step

    By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 02nd, 2015

    Mom 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.

  • Lou Reed

    Times Trash Talk

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 31st, 2015

    Hung out to dry, nailed to the cross of rock 'n' roll, Lou Reed dies to save us from ourselves.

  • This Cigar’s a Good Smoke

    Burn Baby Burn

    By: J.M. Robert Henriquez - Oct 29th, 2015

    J.M. Robert Henriquez, consigliore to Charles Giuliano in all matters creative and poetic, expands on the metaphor of a good cigar.

  • Milestones

    Turning the Corner

    By: Charles Giuliano - Oct 25th, 2015

    Places to go and things to be done. Hacking and coughing waking up to first day of 75th year.

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