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

A Is For Arbus #2

Petal Pink for Parties (1962)


swac said...

I wonder...just what the hell did Arbus say to these kids?

Tom Sutpen said...

"Giving a camera to Diane Arbus is like putting a live grenade in the hands of a child." -Norman Mailer

(by the way, while I appreciate the sentiment in the earlier comment, I had to delete it. It was linked to a spam blog and we're not going to countenance that stuff here. Again, thanks for the kind words. Keep on blogging we shall)

swac said...

Did Mailer say that before or after Arbus took this photo?