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

A Place to Visit #1

I just wanted to take this brief respite from the stills, mugshots and photos of old Country singers and Richard Nixon to recommend that all of you . . . that means you . . . take a while and visit my friend Saul Symonds' film review site, "Light Sleeper: Late Night Writings on Cinema". A native of Australia, Saul is one of those people half my age who repeatedly puts me to shame as a critic, and glad of it I am to see; even though the possibility of my not being consumed with envy over his abilities simply doesn't arise.

In other words, he's a good guy, he knows what he's writing about, and he writes it well.

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