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

This Blogger's Lament

The trouble with finding a suitable format for this blog is that the easiest route to pursue seems to be the one I should avoid the most: The Daily Journal.

Sure, I could do this thing up as a diary if I wanted to, I suppose, but my everyday life is so uneventful that I can't imagine anyone . . . including (maybe especially) me . . . having the slightest interest in reading about it.

Way I look at it, I'd be best advised to continue with this random crap I've been posting when the spirit has moved me. I'm only one day into this as it is. I'll find the right groove eventually.

Just gotta keep my fingers crossed, is all.

1 comment :

Maya said...

...and at this stage, doesn't that concern seem silly?