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 #74


Christopher Isherwood and W.H. Auden

6 comments :

Robert Fiore said...

Here's one of these nutshell summaries of the cultural positions of Los Angeles and New York: We get Isherwood, they get Auden.

erik hogstrom said...

Don Bachardy FTW!!!

Tommy O'C said...

Los Angeles and New York: We get Isherwood, they get Auden."He was my east, my west, my--"
Never mind.

Kreisler said...

Looking chirpier than they probably felt, on their way to China to cover the war there. Still, they had recently acquired a taste for benzedrine in NY so maybe this was what kept them going.

Tommy O'C said...

they had recently acquired a taste for benzedrine in NY so maybe this was what kept them goingThat will do it.

mister muleboy said...

What a pleasing coincidence: I was just reading Christopher Hitchens's article in The Atlantic on Edward Upward, with its numerous refernces to Auden and to Isherwood, when I stopped by for a dose of Charlie Parker and found this photo. Nice to put a [new, to me] photo to a face, and all that.

It may be benzedrine, I'll concede -- but you'll note that all four hands are well out of view . . . .