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January 22nd, 2011

The Little Dwarf

Posted in Music, Painting by ed


Rouault called him Le petit Nain.

Not merely a dwarf, but a little one at that.

And yet, even so, he seems cramped by life. Painted into a corner, as it were.

I find myself now and then in sympathy with the poor fellow.

He’s one among perhaps two dozen circus players that Rouault painted in similar style as a collection called The Circus of the Shooting Star.

I have them in a Mondadori book of the same name in Italian — Il Circo Della Stella Filante — a copy of which I once gave to Rickie Lee Jones on her birthday, recalling her sad daring Deep Space equestrienne in the show of same name:


These stars
no one else can see
trapeze the height of thee
vanish as they call

These blues
no one else can hear

No one else can sing
this one for you
can they, dear?

Things that you do are always with me
when you’re laughing you’re always here
What’s the use in crying?
It won’t matter when we’re old.

This tear
will finally fall

Keep your eyes here
when there’s no net at all

Where the Lord’s face
is an all-night cafe

There’s a woman who will wait on
what you have to say

And your dreams are like marbles
in the pocket of a little boy

And they whisper when you hold them
like a beautiful girl

January 17th, 2011

Mother and Child
Father and son

Posted in Painting by ed

Jacopo Bellini, father of Giovanni, late in life, learning something of Naturalism from his son, I’ve always surmised.

The blend of old and new — byzantine icon and the italian naturalism — has always struck me as perfectly beautiful.

January 12th, 2011

A Free Man:
Mark Landis, Master Forger

Posted in Painting by ed

Ah, to be free.

September 22nd, 2010

Warhol was able to collapse

Posted in Painting, Reading, Writing by ed

Warhol was able to collapse
Was able to collapse high
Able to collapse high serious
To collapse high serious art
Collapse high serious art and
High serious art and low
Serious art and low pop
Art and low pop culture
And low pop culture making
Low pop culture making the
Pop culture making the art
Culture making the art of
Making the art of painting
The art of painting into
Art of painting into a
Of painting into a part
Painting into a part of
Into a part of pop
A part of pop culture
Part of pop culture he’s
Of pop culture he’s an
Pop culture he’s an incredible
Culture he’s an incredible genius
He’s an incredible genius but
An incredible genius but he’s
Incredible genius but he’s the
Genius but he’s the devil.

September 26th, 2009

Painter: David Dalla Venezia

Posted in Painting by ed



Redecorating an old post I was reminded how much I like the magic mirrors of David Dalla Venezia.

Years ago in Italy a friend and I stumbled upon an exhibit of them, and shook the painter’s hand.

Hope he’s well.

August 20th, 2007

General Taguba Reports

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Strange as it seems, one yet must read Seymour Hersh’s recent piece detailing the heroism and hazing of Major General Antonio Taguba — author of the Army report on the crimes of American soldiers at Abu Grahib prison in Iraq.


“Here . . . comes . . . that famous General Taguba of the Taguba report!” Rumsfeld declared, in a mocking voice.

The meeting was attended by Paul Wolfowitz, Rumsfeld’s deputy; Stephen Cambone, the Under-Secretary of Defense for Intelligence; General Richard Myers, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff (J.C.S.); and General Peter Schoomaker, the Army chief of staff, along with Craddock and other officials.

Taguba, describing the moment nearly three years later, said, sadly, “I thought they wanted to know. I assumed they wanted to know. I was ignorant of the setting.”


In the meeting, the officials professed ignorance about Abu Ghraib. “Could you tell us what happened?” Wolfowitz asked. Someone else asked, “Is it abuse or torture?”

At that point, Taguba recalled, “I described a naked detainee lying on the wet floor, handcuffed, with an interrogator shoving things up his rectum, and said, ‘That’s not abuse. That’s torture.’ There was quiet.”


“The whole idea that Rumsfeld projects ‘We’e here to protect the nation from terrorism’ is an oxymoron,’ Taguba said. “He and his aides have abused their offices and have no idea of the values and high standards that are expected of them. And they’ve dragged a lot of officers with them.”

Taguba said that he saw “a video of a male American soldier in uniform sodomizing a female detainee.” The video was not made public in any of the subsequent court proceedings, nor has there been any public government mention of it.

The team spent much of February, 2004 in Iraq. Taguba was overwhelmed by the scale of the wrongdoing. “These were people who were taken off the streets and put in jail — teen-agers and old men and women,” he said.

“I kept on asking these questions of the officers I interviewed: ‘You knew what was going on. Why didn’t you do something to stop it?’”


A few weeks after his report became public, Taguba, who was still in Kuwait, was in the back seat of a Mercedes sedan with [General John Abizaid, then the head of Central Command]. Abizaid’s driver and his interpreter, who also served as a bodyguard, were in front. Abizaid turned to Taguba and issued a quiet warning: “You and your report will be investigated.”

“I wasn’t angry about what he said but disappointed that he would say that to me,” Taguba said. “I’d been in the Army thirty-two years by then, and it was the first time that I thought I was in the Mafia.”



That the military tends to be a mafia has been reported — by insiders — across almost a century now, going back to experience in our first imperialist war, in the Phillipines, in 1898. The most highly decorated U.S. Marine in history, General Smedley Butler, wrote a famous book on the subject: War is a Racket.

Yet the Americans doing the deeds at Abu Grahib seem to have been rather normal janes and joes. Some of them even reservists. And their forever-adolescent racism and sadism are plain.


One thinks back to the citizen-army of the second world war, which, despite its breakdowns and atrocities, left all of western and mediterranean Europe with the sense of having been rescued by a civilized people.

Television, in the time since, in lieu of reading and liberal education, has transformed us into fascists. Fodder with which the likes of Perle, Wolfowitz, Feith, Rumsfeld, Cheney, have set the world aflame.

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