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 American Fantasy #5

3 comments :

Anonymous said...

Astronauts?

Brent McKee said...

I have to ask. Did anyone actually ever sell these things? And if they did, were they ever sold to anyone other than a doting family member or someone that a doting family member could blackmail into buying it? And for that matter, has anyone actually seen one, and was it worth - you know - buying? To quote another "newspaper" enquiring minds want to know.

Vanwall said...

When I was a kid in Scottsdale, AZ in the early '60s, I knew a boy who sold it for a summer - I don't know who bought 'em, but they weren't anything to write home about. He carried his lunch in a Grit bag for a while. I saw a few of the papers and they seemed to be kinda boring, at least for a kid. I got the impression they were farmer oriented, but I never read more than a page or two. They were more of curiosity than a real paper by then, I think, at least outside of the Midwest.

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