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

Fun at Bohemian Grove #10

The Cremation of Care (1924)


swac said...

I can't believe they still do this...

Daniel Thomas MacInnes said...

So, seriously, what's the deal with this? There's a whole conspiracy theory wrapped around the Boho Grove, and there's even an activist organization in the neighboring town that opposes them every year. Evil...or just really, really creepy? You be the judge!

Tom Sutpen said...

I'm pretty sure that Bohemian Grove is what the people who go there say it is: a retreat for white men of vast wealth and influence. The ceremonies are for real, but I would guess that no member of the Bohemian Club takes them any more seriously than college kids take the nonsense attending secret societies in Universities (probably less). On that basis, I don't know if I'd even call it creepy (though God knows it seems that way from this vantagepoint)

However, any place where Henry Kissinger is considered the VIP of VIPs is a place that countenances evil by default. I'm far from being one of those yo-yos who thinks everything hideous on this planet is the result of a Rockefeller/Kissinger conspiracy, but that porcine mass-murderer has been the ghost in the machinery of enough atrocities over the last 40 years to keep the idea alive with some justification (I mean, the blood on his hands from the East Timor massacres of the 1970s alone is enough to drown in).