F. Scott and Zelda

Annie Lennox: Keep Young and Beautiful (which is actually a remake of Eddie Cantor’s Keep young and beautiful)

Furious fingers came to a rest.   They had to.  Their fevered function finished for the day.  He had to.  Unsure if their labor was done in penance for a crime never committed, or the price of salvation to one who had already been saved.  He had to.  Such was his Zelda.  Such was F. Scott.

It was a labor of love, his writing.  He had done it so many times.  Selling his soul for ad copy, or even car repair, anything to support F. Scott as he pressed his stories short.  At times it seemed futile.  She was the only one that seemed less interested than the editors.  Promises made were promises broken.  Hemingway, a forever friend, told him to get her out of his way.  But this knight of a generation lost held true to his truth.  Eventual success was not elusive.

While money flowed, he could be Jay and she, the Daisy.  Her burn was his beckon.  Money however had a knack of traveling out almost before it had even arrived.  Yet the band played on.  Zelda slid from sanity, he fell into drink.  All of which is fine, but all of which costs.  Life became ‘material’ as stores strove to capture.  The words that had been used to draw his love to him, now supported her slipping stasis.  Such was F. Scott; such was Zelda.