|Eddie and his parents in the 1940s|
|Diane Arbu, 1970
A Jewish giant at home with his parents in the Bronx, N.Y.C.
While you stood up in the deepest end.
You told me how all your clothing was custom made,
I think of you chanting the haftorah on one rainy Sabbath
in the gym by the foul line.
I remember when I put my hand in yours,
How it swallowed me up
Eddie the giant died last week,
Died with the curse of nowhere to hide,
Neither famous enough nor obscure enough.
Freckled Eddie the giant,
Curly-haired Eddie the giant,
Puffy-lipped Eddie the giant,
Clawed-by-stares Eddie the giant,
Gentle Eddie, the giant.
— Irv Losman
The Jewish Giant sound portrait.
NYTIMES article about his friendship with Diane Arbus.