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

They Were an Item #72


Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath

9 comments :

swac said...

"Hmmm...did I leave the stove on...?"

Tom Sutpen said...

You're brutal, Stephen . . . absotively brutal!

Richard Gibson said...

Yeah, very sad. Did you hear their Son just killed himself last week?

Tragic.

Inquiring Camera Girl said...

There are so few pictures of Plath floating around out there - I've never seen this one before. Thank you.

estiv said...

"Every woman adores a fascist..."

squajo said...

Women died for him...

Vanwall said...

Would that it was t'other way 'round.

Kaida said...

I behold lot of things over this couple. Who died for whom, does it really matter? Probably the whole tripping on each others love and writing factor ended up like this. Bow me...

Kaida said...

uhum.. I don't think this really matters whether who suicide for whom, does it? The pair definitely had some equation for their respective love and the writing factor, and I love that. Bow me...