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

Before and After #25:
Emma Goldman




Vanwall said...

Not quite a Wobblie, not quite a Bolshie, but quite her ownself, and like no other. As an intelligent, outspoken woman, she must have been an irresistable target to that certain kind of reactionary suppresives that ran things back in the bad old days. Things are approaching that kind of level again, IMHO, a sign that overreaching conservative thinking is being influenced by the conception that the evil outsiders who actually think in the same suppresive terms are somehow different. We need some more Emmas.


dtj said...

we did have an equal to Emma Goldman, named Paul Goodman, but he has been totally forgotten.