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

Seminal Image #460


Emperor of the North Pole
(Robert Aldrich, 1973)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Lee Marvin was old A-No-1 in the flesh, who might've been a real 'bo, BTW. This film sometimes requires the services of a translator, for those who can't fathom the lingo of the road.

A 'Bo's patter could get pretty thick, unless you've read your Jim Tully and hadda deck-'em with yer bindle flappin' in the wind to dodge the harness bulls on the "milk & honey" line, or mebbe rode the rods on a hot-shot to beat the yeggs, and tangled with yard dicks on the way to the next jungle, or half-froze on the pea-souper line when ya hadda eat snowballs one Xmas. My great-uncle was a long-time railroad man, and had some funny stories about hobos in the 30's and 40's; some scary ones, too.

On a side note, The old Hobo Joe's restaurants had big mascots out front, like scruffy Big Boys; periodically we'd "borrow" 'em for a day or two, when I was in college.