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

The Art of Adolescence #3

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Sonny, your father and I are very disappointed in you - your grades are getting worse, your manners are surly, and your hair is getting terribly long! We're not too happy with that girl you've been seeing - what's her name - Naomi? You know she looks like a..a..beatnick, or something, and she smokes!

We want you to stop wasting your life playing around with those electronical, um, computing things in your room, too, you'll never amount to anything that way. Look, your cousin Tony needs some help down at the loading pier in Jersey, he's willing to give you some part-time work, but dear, there's a job that'll last forever if you get some experience. Your father is even looking for a place at the Studebaker dealer for you after school is over, so you can have a nice stable job in town, if you want it.