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 #95

Tom Wolfe works the corner


slyboots2 said...

For some reason he looks like an extra character from Midnight Cowboy in this shot. Or it could be imagination. But the feeling is there...

Tom Sutpen said...

Interesting point. I'm pretty sure during his early years in New York Wolfe visited 42nd street . . . and probably not in connection with a story. Although it's hard for me to imagine The Man in the White Suit hanging around the Playland Arcade without getting it all musty (the suit, not the arcade). He probably dressed down for the occasion.

Vanwall said...

This could be the illustration in the dictionary entry for "affectation".