The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

When Legends Gather #25

Andy Warhol and Alfred Hitchcock

This is an interesting photo I came across a few hours ago; interesting to me because it shows two vastly different filmmakers (one consumed by montage, the other a filmmaker of almost pre-cinematic formal strategies) who found it advantageous to affect public personae which tended to distract people's attention from the artist within. As I say, it shows these two artists momentarily dropping their masks in one another's company.

Andy Warhol had that bemused catatonia he brought with him to interviews ("You should really give me the answers along with the questions"), and Alfred Hitchcock the ponderous-yet-droll Master of Suspense pose from his television show (an interesting bit of newsreel footage shows Hitchcock at a premiere getting out of his car with this glowing anticipatory smile on his face, only to let it drop into his trademark visage once he spots the camera). As I say, both men found these public postures worked to their advantage in advancing their own separate celebrity and concealing the savagery of their creative intention. So it's unusual, is it not, to see them both being as close to their real selves as the public would ever get an opportunity to witness. Perhaps this meeting lasted mere minutes, or seconds, but they're obviously enjoying themselves in this photo a lot more than they perhaps enjoyed putting one over on their respective audiences as the years went by.

Masks get awfully heavy after a time.

1 comment :

Kerri Rachelle said...

Alfred is watching Warhol and thinking, "Did someone make a Hitchcock movie without me??"