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

Civic Portraiture #22

Emma Goldman


Vanwall said...

Red Emma's mugshot looks soooo much better than any of the current Bush progeny's perp-walk celebratory daguerrotypes. Was this from her visit to San Diego, the then - and sadly, to a large degree now - Western Capital for apoplectic, lick-spittle reactionaries?


Tom Sutpen said...

I don't think so. My guess is it's much earlier than that. I have a few Emma mugshots here; the one you're referencing may be one of them.

You ask me, it was a bit of waste her living in the period she did. We need someone like her now.

Well . . . now that I think of it . . . we always need Emma Goldman.

Ookla the Mok said...

It's from 1901, when she was arrested after the McKinley assasination. Her experiences through the Woodrow Wilson years were far worse than anything we've faced -- ending, of course, with her deportation. In her final years in Canada, she would go to the Niagra River, gaze across at the United States, and weep.