High among the treasury of antique but not necessarily antiquated mens traditions is the gentlemans handshake. In courteous company a gentleman extends his hand in a purely formal and nonverbal gesture to be succinctly aknowledged by another gentleman who extends his hand in kind; the act of mutual respect and aknowledgement is quick and a man should never hold another mans hand any longer than a couple of seconds or seize it in a vice-grip as this is highly impolite. Many gentlemen have altogether replaced the handshake with the gesture of pressing the flat sides of their clenched fists, this toot must be done gently so as not to intimidate the other party or cause them discomfort with an overly aggressive manner.
Remember, the purpose of the handshake, no matter what form it takes, is to act as a friendly greeting. The gesture of opening ones hand to another is one of humility, friendship and graciousness it is not a wrestling match or a darwinian and macchiavellian power struggle. Take it easy, unless you are well aquainted with the gentlleman and have an established tradition of aggressive handshaking.
The handshake is typically used when two gentlemen do not have time for a protracted verbalized greeting be it introductory or a departure. It is used to quicky aknowledge other men in large noisy crowds. In todys rapidly moving world a gentleman should never assundsme anyone has more than a cople of seconds to say or gesture the aknowledgement of hello and goodbye. Detaining another man by refusing to release his hand during an extended greeting without allowing him the opportunity to move on shows disrespect of the gentlemans time. Although you may have time to chat when another gentleman has business pressing it does not mean he is not happy to see you or disinterested in your well being, it simply means he is in a hurry.
In a time when people are concerned with manual transmission of germs the handshake has been replaced by other less tactile forms of mutual aknowledgement and greeting. The handshake can be a very quick and formal motion or a complicated assortment of manual manuvers similar to fraternal handshakes and handshakes popularized during the jazz era and 70s involving complicated synchronized hand and body motions and verbalizations, expressions, etc. Be careful about adopting rude customs such as squeezing a mans hand too tight as a show of machismo, this is a common street trend but has no place in a true gentlemans repertoire unless he is reacting to a milieau into which he has been thrust where such vulgarities are mistakenly believed to be copasetic. When another gentleman who you are not aqinted with or know only superficially politely extends his hand in greeting grip his hand pleasantly and briefly. Save firm, lengthy and aggressive grips for close friends and pals.
The ultimate form of disrespect is when a gentleman refuses to extend and open his hand in the friendly and humble gestrure of a gracious handshake. Due to cultural differences, some men may not be familiar with the vrarious, diverse forms and so if they do not reciprocate do not take offense the first time but do mind this oversight if a second time should happen upon you.
I wanted to create an intellectual Salon for thoruoghly modern men of all races and backgrounds who, like the cultural luminaries at the turn of the 19th Century, genuinely enjoy the civilized art of conversation. Please join this virtual, cultural salon of ideas turning earthly clamour into cosmic symphony...
FOR THE BROTHAS: AN INTRODUCTION
It must have been about 20 years ago when I first began thinking about creating a "Cultural Salon" as a reaction to the mundane social circles In Washington D.C. The richness of intellectual and artistic interchange had died, college friends had moved, the internet had not yet become the phenomenon it now is... I romanticised about the Salons of the mid to late 1800's in Paris, London and Berlin and the cultural dynamo of the Harlem Rennaisance. I was fortunate enough to meet a gentleman, an artist who lived and traveled with James Baldwin... Jimmy he affectionately called him, and he spoke often of their small cottage in southern France and of the many Artists, Poets and Luminaries that dropped in to chat and relax. Well, the impressionists, cubists, modernists, etc. all hung out together famously in those days and shared their ideas with one another creating a creative greenhouse in a world that was rapidly changing. I longed to have lived in those times, to have met Cassat, Rodin, Ellington, Fitzgerald, Baker, Balwin, well I did finally meet Baldwin and others purely for the joy of intellection upon the arts. This was in the late 1980's and by the mid 2000's I happened to run into a friend of mine from Hampton University who had been living in New York since he graduated in the early 90s. Well, I was surprised to hear him comment that in all of the wonder that is New York he never met anyone who ever really had anything interesting to say about art, literature, architecture, science, fashion or anything... I was so surprised to hear this since it had also been my experience. Well here I am in 2011 attempting the Virtual Salon...
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