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

Relevant Quote #72


"The thought of suicide is a powerful solace: by means of it one gets through many a bad night"
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

2 comments :

slyboots2 said...

Did he say that before or after he went batshit?
(seriously- I would like to know- call me a context junky)

Tim Footman said...

After FN's mental breakdown, he lost the power of coherent speech, and instead made occasional snuffly noises into his increasingly ludicrous moustache.

Indeed, after FN's death, the moustache led an independent existence for 23 years, going on to be a successful pilchard entrepreneur, and mayor of Dusseldorf.