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! #5

William Butler Yeats


kathe said...

who took this picture?

you have great pics on your site! who are the photographers?

Tom Sutpen said...

I cannot tell a lie . . .

I don't know who took this photo, but it is a fine one.

And , speaking solely for myself, the main reason you don't see the photographers credited generally is that, in a given series, I like to keep a kind of uniformity to the captions; and if I knew who the photographers were in every entry of, say, American Mouthpieces or Great Con Artists of the 20th Century, I would probably list them. It's all a matter of form confronting fact.

Anyway, thanks for the kind words!