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

This Week's Hopper #4

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Gas (1939)

(many thanks to Jim King for this rather bleak image)

2 comments :

swac said...

Yay! This might be my favourite Hopper. I don't know why...maybe it's a comment about the encroachment of the industrialized world upon the natural one...or maybe I just like the look of old gas pumps.

Tom Sutpen said...

Could be both. Main reason I like it is the same reason I like nearly every Hopper. The man knew what human solitude is, truly. It's one thing to feel it, no matter how acutely, but to express it as he did takes something beyond the farther reaches of artistry.

I wish I could do it, I'll say that much.