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  • Perhaps

    Then Again Perhaps Not

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 23rd, 2016

    He was angry and demanded answers. To which there was a diffident response that infuriated him all the more.

  • Right or Wrong

    Then and Now

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 08th, 2016

    The architect Frank Lloyd Wright was opinionated and outspoken. He shocked Bostonians with incisive remarks at the venerable Copley Society.

  • Zig or Zag

    Equivocating Equivalence

    By: c - Jul 06th, 2016

    To be or what the heck.

  • Mangia Bene

    We Are What We Eat

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 06th, 2016

    Decades ago in Boston's Sicilian North End I invited my friend Phil Bleeth to join me for lunch at an excellent neighborgood cafeteria. He was blown away when I ordered the rolled pig skins over pasta.

  • High Heat

    Lament of the Wedding Singer

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 04th, 2016

    Gonzo poets as the boys of summer.

  • Clambake on Lighthouse Beach

    Traditional Feast

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 04th, 2016

    During summers Indians came to feast on the beach. Archaeologists have found massive remains on favoried sits for clambakes.

  • Hot Town

    Summer in the City

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 01st, 2016

    Sweating out summer in the Lower East Side with no electriicity. Tales from the urban jungle.

  • Hot or Cold

    Playing It Cool

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 01st, 2016

    Like the three bears papa's was too hot. Mama bear's was too cold. But baby bear's was just right.

  • Ups and Downs

    Union Jack Off

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 01st, 2016

    Panic, greed and opportunity prevailed as Britannia once ruler of the waves sailed off the cliff. Or so it seemed.

  • On Hearing Delius

    Passages

    By: By Stephen Rifkin - Jul 09th, 2016

    It’s a sort of whistling in the dark.

  • When I Grow Up

    Super Man or Maybe a Cop

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 11th, 2016

    Grown ups always ask kids what they want to be. It seems so important to them. It would have been nice to be Super Man. You know, able to leap over tall buildings with a single bound. Maybe a cowboy, cop or ballerina.

  • High Noon

    Officer Down Need Backup

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 12th, 2016

    The Founding Fathers meant muskets. The right to bear arms and organize militias. Self defense for citizens of the wild frontier. Now morphed to open carry laws. Packing heat at the mall. Assault weapons with armor piercing ammo. Republican Congress backing NRA gun lobby racking in cash. While on mean streets of inner cities bodies pile up as mothers grieve for their children.

  • The Fate of Water

    Dune and Gloom

    By: Stephen Rifkin - Jul 22nd, 2016

    My work is an engagement with the concept, a poem.

  • Losing My Marbles

    Not Just Conceptual Art

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 21st, 2016

    To celebrate my retirement I hung a retrospective of some 100 photos in a show called Last Call. On that occasion in 2005 my artist friend Thad Beal gave me a gift of a box of marbles in anticipation of the impending downward spiral. It was funny at the time but now more real with every passing day.

  • Raeford Liles

    My Oldest Friend

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 20th, 2016

    Down and out on the Lower East side my Godfather, Raeford Liles, saved my ass. A former military man he got things done. On Sunday nights we worked a bar then celebrated with outrageours garden parties. He mixed the sangria in a waste basket and we grilled burgers with screen and a bed spring over charcoal. Still crazy after all these years my oldest friend has turned 93.

  • Unconventional

    Trumped Up Wife

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 19th, 2016

    Melania, a stunning fashonista, pay-for-play wife of The Donald spoke with elegance and chilly poise. Nothing personal. Dressed for success unleashed on fools we mortals be. Until, next news cycle, it seems she plagarized Michelle Obama the current first lady.

  • Here and Now

    Reality Check

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 19th, 2016

    Reporting for duty as ordered. Useless to resist.

  • Time After Time

    A Perfect Stranger

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 16th, 2016

    In the waiting room passing time with a perfect stranger.

  • Coda

    Still Crazy After All These Years

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 13th, 2016

    At 74, Paul Simon has annunced that his latest CD Stranger to Stranger will be his last. How absurd. It's prcisely when artists so often make their most poignant and compelling work. The void is the message.

  • Rose Tattoo

    What's in a Name

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 12th, 2016

    "He was a rose" lamented Serafina lighting a candle to the memory of her husband. But another rose, Mangiacavallo,, proved to smell as sweet.

  • Then and Now

    World at War

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jun 29th, 2016

    Growing up in the 1940s, the greatest generation, the world was at war. There was hope for a brighter future and better tomorrow. That day is now.

  • Here and There

    Where the Grass is Greener

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jun 28th, 2016

    Bhutan then India she said for winter next year as usual. "I can't stand another Berkshire winter" she explained. Actually we like those long months of hibernation with projects that never get done.

  • Basta

    Frowns of a Summer’s Day

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jun 27th, 2016

    In the Sistine Chapel's Last Judgement the artist Michelangelo included himself as the skin of St. Barthlomew who was flayed alive. It was a metaphor for his all consuming art.

  • Red Scare

    Trump Rallies Brown Shirts

    By: Charles Giuliano - May 30th, 2016

    Thoughts on Memorial Day remembering those that gave their lives for democracy. The menace of Trump recalling McCarthyism and the Red Scare of the the 1950s when I was a kid. He is striving to make America greatly divided again.

  • Gloucester Poet Charles Olson

    Maximus to the Max

    By: Charles Giuliano - May 27th, 2016

    Dealing with my ancestral Gloucester heritage Charles Olson and his Maximus Poems are a hard act to follow.

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