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 Weegee #10


Rob said...

Christ! How on earth did he get that out of a hulking Speed Graphic? Amazing. I keep saying that, I know, but I can't help it.


Tom Sutpen said...

I know what you mean. It's a breathtaking photo. And to think he probably hadn't been on the scene more than 20 seconds before he snapped it. You know how many photographers would kill just to be able to set up a shot of this extraordinary intensity? Just awe-inspiring.