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

When Legends Gather #96

Siegfried & Roy and Leni Riefenstahl


orangeguru said...

Ouch! When GERMAN Legends gather ... they all look pretty wrecked on that image ...

Tom Sutpen said...

Well, assuming this was taken sometime in the 90s, she was heading for her 100th birthday. It's not surpriding she'd look worn, if not wrecked (she was also, it must be noted, a remarkably beautiful woman through most of her life . . . and also the biggest opportunist on two feet; but that's another story).

I don't know what excuse S&R had.

Anonymous said...

Like we say in Vegas, what happens in the bunker stays in the bunker