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

How I Discovered the Opposite Sex

Diana Rigg as Emma Peel as The Queen of Sin circa 1966.


Tom Sutpen said...

Yum Yummy Yum Yum.

I knew it was a good idea asking you to come aboard!

I have to get a mop now to remove the, um, drool off the linoleum.

swac said...

Do what I do...dark industrial strength carpet.

Ivan G. said...


Anonymous said...

More like these. Faster.

Rob said...

Jesus to Jesus and eight hands around! That has to be nastiest thing ever on broadcast TV. More!