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

Quo Vadis Crumb?


A comment was left anonymously a while ago linking to this story in the Guardian updating its readers on the expatriate American artist Robert Crumb; part of a series on his life and work.

I thought some of our visitors might be interested in partaking of it as well.

Our thanks to whomever posted the link.

2 comments :

Trish said...

Oh yeah. That was me, Trish. (I met Stephen once at one of those scrabble-related events at a bar). I didn't intentionally post as 'Anonymous', so much as I'm not accustomed to selecting 'Other' as my identity.

But yeah, I just happened to scan through this blog for the first time today and happened to have read that article just last night. It was a good read. I had to post it.

Cheers-

swac said...

Thanks Trish! I didn't make it to Scrabble night at Gus's Pub--just to give everyone else some insight into our sparkling social lives up here in Halifax--due to work and general tiredness, but next week, clean livin' will prevail. Provided I don't get completely gooned at the Carolyn Mark/Liederhosen Lucil/B.A. Johnston show on Saturday.