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

Artists in Action #37

Jean Genet makes a fool out of himself hanging around mildly amused Black Panthers


Revelations said...

Our Lady of the Afro

Rainer said...

I think you've made a fool of yourself. Here's Angela Davis on how the Panther's viewed Genet . . .

Tom Sutpen said...

I've little doubt that's how Angela Davis viewed how the Black Panther Party hierarchy viewed Jean Genet (you will note, however, that virtually all of Davis's account is focused on what we might call Genet's . . . utility . . . to their immediate purposes). But the rank and file Panthers were not fools, and they had to have spotted, immediately, that his vision of them was highly romantic at its core> He could rhapsodize about the Panthers in terms of a vast revolutionary struggle, but he had no understanding of them deeper than that.

He was, at bottom, a tourist, practically a bumpkin; however well respected. And they could only take him seriously to a point.