Just Above Sunset
June 12, 2005 - Worlds Apart
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Last weekend, with Ric
Erickson, editor of MetropoleParis, there was much on Dominique de Villepin (as I call him, the French anti – John Bolton) in Fallout from the French Kiss of Death and two other items. One suspects this wasn't widely read, even with Ric's amusing
editorial cartoon from Paris. No one much on this side of the world, and particularly
out here in Hollywood, really follows French politics, except for the few local French expatriates. And the circulation of the online magazine is small – edging up to 12,000 unique logons a month,
with maybe a tenth of those from Western Europe. Ah, well. It is fun to write about such things, even if the readers are few and far between. "A SINGLE VERSE by Rimbaud,"
writes Dominique de Villepin, the new French Prime Minister, "shines like a powder trail on a day's horizon. It sets it ablaze
all at once, explodes all limits, draws the eyes to other heavens." Here is a rather different observation, uttered by George
Bush Sr in 1998, that might stand as a motto for his dynasty: "I can't do poetry." Of course not. He speaks in a grandiloquent
style that delights French audiences, but baffles most English-speakers. His high-flown rhetoric before the United Nations
in the build-up to the Iraq war ("We are the guardians of an ideal") marked him as the political and cultural antithesis to
the US, and his appointment is intended to send the message that French exceptionalism is alive and well. And on the divide? … poetry does not
stir the soul of President Bush, unless you count the Bible and George Jones singing A Good Year for the Roses. No, someone inarticulate
is, perhaps, safer. Some members of the Bush
administration have taken a cue from a classic John Wayne Western and are advising their boss to take the film's advice –
"Never apologize" – when dealing with Muslims, reports geopolitical analyst Jack Wheeler. And they didn't send a
copy of "Total Eclipse" (1995) - the story of Rimbaud's life in Paris with Leonardo DiCaprio as Rimbaud, David Threwlis as
Verlaine and the French actress Romane Bohringer as Mathilde Mauté, Verlaine's wife.
The director was Agnieszka Holland, not John Ford. __ A
brief note from Rick, the News Guy in Atlanta – "Never apologize, son. It's a sign of weakness." In my experience as a department head
who had to learn office politics to survive, I learned that never apologizing is, itself, a pretty good sign of weakness. Folks who never apologize are generally scared that people will walk over them and
are petrified that they won't know how to handle it. These types usually make
lousy leaders and eventually fall by the wayside. Eventually? It’s the meantime some of us worry about. Rick
replies - You do have a point there, judge! Still, I wasn't speaking to the kind of situation
we find ourselves in now - something we can't really do anything about, since, as I have mentioned here before, there are
no "action items" on the table, so to speak. I was really just commenting on the character of
the stupid jerks who see "Never apologize, son. It's a sign of weakness" as some kind of wisdom.
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Paris readers add nine hours....
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