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 #15

3 comments :

Rob said...

This was the Weegee pic that I saw as a lad growing up in Arizona that I remember with particular clarity - it scared the livin' crap outta me. I had never seen that many people in one place at one time, and I thought this must be a glimps of Hell. Too many half nekkid live bodies for my brain to wrap around.

BCNU

swac said...

I have a sudden urge to buy a George Michael album...

sleepybomb said...

an average day on pontchatrain beach, circa 1955 . . .