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

Great Recluses of the 20th Century #2

Thomas Pynchon (by request)


swac said...

I love the fact that he found time in his busy schedule to write the liner notes for the excellent Spike Jones collection called Spiked!

slyboots2 said...

It's official. I love you guys! And not in a creepy, stalker-like way. I promise! Thanks for making my request a reality.

swac said...

Love is in the air, everywhere I look around. It might as well be spring.

Tom Sutpen said...

I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.

swac said...

Love that's fresh and still unspoiled, (or more likely) love that's only slightly soiled.