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

Seminal Image #337


The Killing of Kings
(Mark Palermo; 2004)

4 comments :

swac said...

Nice!

That's my friend Sean Jordan there on the left, BTW. He's a comix enthusiast, stand-up comedian and hip-hop artist who performs under the moniker "The Word Burgler". He burgles words.

Represent.

swac said...

Oh, and that is not me on the right.

riley said...
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riley said...

actually, it's me on the right, and I've looked better... seminal? I hope it's more like 'they were collaborators' someday.

SJ's hurdling verbs and murdering herbs, he's spitting so much shit, he's gurgling turds...