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

When Legends Gather #182

Jayne Mansfield and Anton LaVey


swac said...

The girl can't help it...'cause the devil made her do it!

Oog, I'm goin' to hell for that one...

Vanwall said...

I find this mildly creepy....I wish I got as much out of pulp sc-fi as LaVey, and that other charlatan, Hubbard, but I'm afraid I have some sort of principles.


Anonymous said...

So why is that guy dressed like Uncle Fester on a bender? Reminds me too much of "Manos," The Hands of Fate. Where's Torgo? Ha ha ha ha!