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From The Vault Of Art Shay: You're A Grand Old Flag

By Chuck Sudo in Arts & Entertainment on Jun 13, 2012 6:00PM

(Legendary Chicago-based photographer Art Shay has taken photos of kings, queens, celebrities and the common man in a 60-year career. In this week's look at his archives, Art pays tribute to the Stars and Stripes.)

"It's a grand old flag, it's a high flying flag." The shrill trumpets on the summer air will echo as long as our troubled country stays alive. It's what all of us have in common, supposedly, the love affair that embraces us all: our visceral love for the countryin whatever form it takes.

Sometimes, alas, some of us parade our hatred as a sign of our love for our country. Our hatred for those patriots not as patriotic as we think we are—as we think all Americans should be. We parade our superior bumper stickers on our foreign cars to make this preposterous point again and again. We offer our bodies up to war to die for our sacred flag if necessary.

Until now the slack and the conundrum have always been taken up by the economy. Now that times are grievous we look around for victims to blame, for scapegoats. Look in the mirror, fellow Americans. The enemy is us.

We've profligated the life out of what we had and Flag Day is a good day to look at how hard and how futile it's been for our dear flag to continue to wave freely over us all: to show it in glorious past action.

In a great poem called Incident of the French Camp Robert Browning invokes Napoleon standing on a little hill:

With neck out-thrust you fancy how, Legs wide, arms lock'd behind As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind...

"Out ’twixt the battery smokes there flew
A rider, bound on bound
Full-galloping; nor bridle drew
Until he reach’d the mound...

"Emperor, by God's grace
We’ve got you Ratisbon!
The Marshall's in the market-place
And you'll be there anon
To see the flagbird flap his vans..."

Napoleon gets the picture..Atop each French flagpole was a triumphant flagbird. Napoleon would savor his victory watching the battlefield winds swell his flags under that sacred bird.

As America used to do.

If you can't wait until this time every Wednesday to get your Art Shay fix, please check out the photographer's blog, which is updated regularly. Art Shay's book, Chicago's Nelson Algren, is also available at Amazon.