Origins of Wednesday lxxvi: Jamie wears a cinder in his eye

Jamie, the name the editors accept

for a menswear model on-line these

days, is wearing a sweatshirt by a

designer whose name escapes us and

a T-shirt by the redoubtable Gior-

gio Armani. Doubtful as it may ap-

pear, in the bucolic setting where

he finds himself, he seems to have

drawn a cinder to his eye: a local

blaze, presumably its contributor,

or possibly dozens of them, aloft.

Contrary to Republican dogma, such

carbons aren't actually all rinsed

offstage by the janitorship of our 

Lord, but hover, atmospheric mael-

stroms, settling at random here or

there, dispersing their benevolent

kernels where they may. The coming

weekend is the anniversary of that

carbonizing celebration, for which 

Charlottesville, Virginia was div-

inely appointed as witness, of the

indomitable valor of white racism.

This year the same troupe will re-

convene, more auspiciously than we

can calculate, at the White House.

Tourists are urged to bring visas,

and a damp gym towel, if possible.

Cy Twombly
The Four Seasons
  Summer
1993-1994
Collection MoMA