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

A Is For Arbus #22


Andrew Ratoucheff, actor, 54, in his Manhattan rooming home following a late-show performance of his specialty: imitations of Marilyn Monroe, and Maurice Chevalier singing Valentina (1960)

5 comments :

Simon Thibault said...

isn't that the guy from freaks?

swac said...

I thought Harry Earles was the guy in Freaks...

*checks IMDb*

Yep, that was Harry. Although Mr. Ratoucheff appeared in costume as a cast member on H.R. Pufnstuf, which is a different kind of immortality altogether.

Vanwall said...

Wow! That opens sweeping mental vistas of a possible re-make of Browning's carny classic with Pufnstuffers crawling thru the dark and muddy, perhaps with knives in their teeth, wriggling after a limping Witchiepoo to jam that blasted flute in the appropriate orifice as revenge for her seducing Jimmy away from H.R. (I always wondered about those two.) Yipes, said Angela!

Bill Chinaski said...

you guys are fuckin' brilliant, as usual . . .

Tom Sutpen said...

Thanks, Bill! I consider that expert testimony.