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

When Legends Gather #131


Doris Day and Cary Grant hang out in the dugout with some Yankee gentlemen, including Roger Maris, Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra, during the making of That Touch of Mink.

2 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Shame on you Stephen. As my Red Sox loving brother would say, there are no such things as Yankee "gentlemen".

swac said...

Hmmm....I find it interesting that Doris has her knees firmly pressed together, while Roger Maris is on the verge of touching himself in a bad way.