Let there be sunlight, let there be rain,
Let the broken-hearted love again.
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Anyway, today's birthdays represent two sides of artists' reaction to the 20th Century, just as Springsteen's The River offers two sides of rock-and-roll. The first is the great poet, T.S. Eliot, born in St. Louis in 1888. Eliot is best known for his agonized reaction to post-World War I Europe, "The Waste Land":
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow | |
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, | |
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only | |
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, | |
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, | |
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only | |
There is shadow under this red rock, | |
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock), | |
And I will show you something different from either | |
Your shadow at morning striding behind you | |
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; | |
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. |
On the other hand, working at about the same time in the 1920s, there was George Gershwin, born in 1899. Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" was first performed in 1924 by Paul Whiteman's orchestra, and its mixture of jazz idioms and classical instrumentation is one of the most joyous, miraculous pieces ever -- one of those creative accomplishments where you sit back in awe and say to yourself, wow, this is what beauty human beings are capable of: