19. The Hitler ‘Stache

Think about it. The face of one of the most (in)famous mustachioed men of modern times is graced with a rectangle. Now let’s focus on the man, the mustache, the rectangle. 

 

:i wonder if anyone ever complimented him on the rectangle on his face? maybe he wouldn't have been so angry:

:i wonder if anyone ever complimented him on the rectangle on his face? maybe he wouldn't have been so angry:

Apparently this specific mustache (out of fashion, mysteriously, since 1945 or so) is officially called the Toothbrush Mustache. However, I also learned – in my extensive research – that Hitler didn’t choose the rectangle himself! No! In fact, young Adolph preferred the classic Prussian swoosh until his commanding officers told him to trim it into the more fashionable and functional rectangle of a Toothbrush. 

Now, I know this is a cop-out, but there is an ENTIRE BLOG dedicated to Hitler’s Mustache. So I’m just gonna post the link here and leave you to your explorations and your (rectangular) thoughts. 

Additionally, a book of poems has been published entitled “Hitler’s Mustache” – by Peter Davis.

:the cover of "hitler's mustache" by peter davis:

:the cover of "hitler's mustache" by peter davis:

Here you can find the full Hitler Sestina, by Peter Davis, initially published in McSweeney’s. But, on my personal rectangular blog, I prefer this poem of sorts that refers more to the rectangular aspects of the ‘stache:

Mustache:  Of All the Possible Face Fur
by Peter Davis

1. Mustache

One idea is this. When you begin discussing the finer details in place of
Every important mustache you substitute the word, mustache. This mustache
Becomes the game to the extent that discussing some other mustache thought
Or mustache idea is obviously now mustache. For instance, as I’m writing here
Now I move along, forward so to speak in a triangular motion until mustache.
It’s as simple as that. When one mustache ends, a new mustache begins and thus
All mustache is the same mustache. For the purposes of this moment, I’m speaking 
Of mustache’s mustache. Whose name I would whisper were it not for the mustache
Which holds my belt in place. That one lynch pen that directs the complete
Mustache or arches an eyebrow over a dictator’s mustache.

2. Square

In the second place, we must consider the square that is square. Of course, a lined
Square, lined with the very hair of mustache. Suppose this is step two and the covers
Of your bed become square and your dreams get square and your square becomes square.
Let’s think about all of this for a moment. A square mustache is the place you 
Put the pit of your stomach. A square pail of water is the square mustache you put the pit
Of your stomach. On square knees, square. And at night.

3. Black

Which precedes the argument black. Black is the black that replaces all black. Black
Is the armband. Black is the government. Black is the black in the back of our blackened 
Black. This idea, coupled with various instances of facial hair (mainly, the mustache) and
Squareness, configured or, if you like, watered on an upper black. Apparently, even 
If we were to arrive at the end of language we’d find the relatively small area below
The black. We could nearly black the black and nearly smell it too. Under these 
circumstances, given the century’s attention to black and blackness and all of the various
Possibilities of black. In one instance, on one occasion, we experienced the particular 
Configuration of black square black. Of black, square, mustache.

So, there you go. Hitler ‘stache. Hitler poems. Of black, square, mustache. Peace out.

June 4, 2009. Art, Books, Fashion, History, Rectangles, Websites.

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