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

The Cool Hall of Fame #28

Lawrence Ferlinghetti


swac said...

Frig...I was scrolling down and for a second I thought it was Brian DePalma!


Tom Sutpen said...

The day I add DePalma to this series is the day you are hereby instructed to remove me from this blog for mental incompetence.

Ferlinghetti rocks!!

swac said...

Indeed. I think I read my first Ferlinghetti poem in grade six (I think it was The Dog from Coney Island of the least, I think that was where it was from).

Then in grade seven I discovered On the Road...