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 #503


De nåede færgen
(They Caught the Ferry)
(Carl Theodor Dreyer; 1948)

5 comments :

TOR Hershman said...

Wow! Nick Tosches was RELLY full of beans, orrrrrrrrrr, he
was "Sellin' it" most nicely.

Stay on Groovin' Safari,
TOR

TOR Hershman said...

For rel, man.

Tom Sutpen said...

No doubt.

But passages such as that one (I assume you're referring to the quote atop the sidebar) are fairly common in his work. He has a weakness for poetic flight (so do I, but I don't do it even a tenth as well as he does) in what is unfortunately a literary landscape becoming less and less accustomed to such adventures.

Of course it could be worse. He could be a film writer. In that milieu, poetic flight can practically get you lynched.

chris said...

Hi, I’m a first time visitor. I really like what you’ve got going on here…very interesting, eclectic stuff. I intend to return, just wanted to leave a fingerprint.

Matt Blankman said...

For me, Tosches gets unreadable too quickly. I was so jazzed to read his Sonny Liston thing, but it was just way too over the top.