“On the day Time
magazine came out with his face on the cover he walked for hours looking for
wherever he might find it, shamelessly taking peeks at himself.”
This is the Time cover,
with portrait by Boris Michael
Artzybasheff, and yes, that is a martini rising behind Eliot's right ear:
It’s remarkably hard to find a picture of
T.S. Eliot walking, but there’s this one from the University of St Andrews,
captioned “T. S. Eliot and others in North Street, St Andrews, 1953; photograph
by George Cowie.”
Secondly: here’s Mark E Smith writing (or being ghostwritten) in Renegade his amazingly (and perhaps unexpectedly)
good, not-quite memoir. It seems he was a walker of the suburbs at the time of making the album Perverted by Language.
“Walking the same places, skint, you see a
lot of hidden sores when you’re having an off day. Your eyes have changed and the simple actions
of other people take on a significance that may not be truly there. These are extreme moments …
“I’d be walking around
wondering how I could finance everything and there’s be a fellow in an
ill-fitting pair of slacks adding dabs of white paint to the white paint that
was already there.”
It’s not even hard to find one of him in a
wheelchair either:
Much harder to find one of John Hayward, but here is with Rose Macaulay and others.
