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

This is the City . . . #5

Griffith Park Observatory (1958)


Richard Gibson said...

Excellent, great picture Tom.

I spent a superb afternoon there in 2001. Great view over the city. Wonderful place.
There is a monument with bust of James Dean there now.

Vanwall said...

I have never visited there without seeing someone doing the "James Dean Re-enactment Rag" - posing, and on occasion even speaking lines from the movie, altho usually from the wrong scenes. One day I was there and Japanese tourists were clustered up there communing with the spirit of Dean, doing an impromptu "gang fight"; later that year I was in Philly at the Art Museum, and damned if a herd of Japanese tourists wasn't lined up to stand in Rocky Balboa's shoes on the steps!