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

Poets are both clean and warm
And most are far above the norm
Whether here, or on the roam
Have a poet in every home! #1


T.S. Eliot

4 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Any man who would make sure Groucho Marx attended his funeral is okay with me.

swac said...

God bless Toronto Stock Exchange.

Bonny Stormer said...

He's right you know - everybody should keep a poet nearby!!!! There's less around than you would think these days...

swac said...

I keep my inner poet on ice.

Lately all he comes up with is bad country music lyrics.