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

April 5, 1994
People Who Died #18

Kurt Cobain (1967-1994)

Considering the way I've been feeling these last few days, it's probably not the greatest idea for me to be posting this, but I'd planned on doing it to mark the occasion . . . posting this entry, I mean.

Eleven years ago, Kurt Cobain, leader of the band Nirvana, a songwriter of great, if deranged gift, and the classic paradigm of a henpecked husband, blew his head off with a shotgun at his home in Seattle, WA. He was 27.


-ms jumbled mind- said...

he looks handsome in that photo

Stratu said...

A wise man once said something along the lines of, 'It's those that think on ending their own life the world will miss most.' So wait long enough, however the hell, by any means necessary, and you will continue to be a blessing to the world.

Tom Sutpen said...

Yeah. I'm a real blessing, I am. One big drop of Holy Water on the brow of mankind.

Stratu said...

That's the spirit!

Lex10 said...

the bottom webjay a the top of the right side of my blog has Paul Anka doing "smells" - simply awesome.