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

Artists in Action #70

Willy Mays plays in the street.


Vanwall said...

The greatest position player ever, and if he coulda pitched, I bet he woulda knocked Babe out of the top spot overall. "The Catch" is still amazing to watch, and the throw after is just as amazing. Damn.

Jeff Duncanson said...

Certainly the greatest "5 tool" player of them all. His stats are a great slap to the modern juice-monkey slugger. This guy hit 660 home runs playing most of his career at about 175 lbs.

Vanwall said...

You got that right! Williams, DiMaggio, Aaron, and many others, besides Mays, were pretty natural wonders. A lot of these modern chemical-bloated babys ain't fit to, as someone so much more eloquent than I once said, "hold the flavor-of-the-months' dick in the bus leagues."