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

Artists in Action #15

1 comment :

Sister Ray said...

interesting to consider how reviled he was, at the time. 'painting soup cans? i can just buy one off the shelf for 30 cents!' parodied in teen movies and mocked in vegas comic's routines--people just didn't get it. reading "popism", when it first came out in 1980, one thing i got off the top was that the world looks radically different from nyc than it does across the hudson. just as nyc does from london. ...and probaby london from paris...
but the beauty of the work, as a whole, is that it captured time on a bunch of canvases. if they were lps, you could drop the needle in the groove and just listen to the scratches.