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

Tom's Influences #7


Flannery O'Connor

3 comments :

Vanwall said...

The word "grotesquerie" comes to mind first, followed by shudders.

BCNU

Sam said...

That's how we do things in Savannah, Georgia, Van. She was a naitive child of the city. See, we may look cute nad innocent at first, but dig just a little deeper and you'll see a dark side that'll give you nightmares for days.

Gotta love Flannery.

swac said...

A co-worker of mine adopted a daughter from China, and named her Flannery.

I wonder when that child is going to get around to cracking a copy of Wise Blood?