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

Great Junkies of the 20th Century #4

Jerry Lewis


ido said...

This photograph is terrifying on many levels.

Tom said...

Adolf was also a druggie; and distributed meth to his troops in Russia.

Sister Ray said...

seriously. how bad could it be, really? "The day the clown cried"? i mean, roberto beignini did ok with his "humor-in-atrocity" flic.

i'm guessing: banal. mediocre.

(makes you wonder if frank tashlin could've...but no. he wouldn't've.)