Bach through an open
dawn window —
the birds are silent
~Jack Kerouac, “Book of Haikus”
(photo source lost in the archiving process-sorry)
(haiku found by yama-bato)
Living as a sort of twin, as husband and wife or brother and sister, is a way of survival. In the case of artists these intense relations are curiously ambivalent, undefined collaborations – the two share in perceptions, temperament, in the struggle for creation, for the powers descending downward from art, for reputation, achievement, stability, for their own uniqueness – that especially. Still, only one of the twins is real as an artist, as a person with a special claim upon the world, upon the indulgence of society.
Elizabeth Hardwick, Seduction and Betrayal.
(photo from here)