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 . . . #7


The Miracle Mile on Wilshire Boulevard (1950)

4 comments :

Anonymous said...

Lets just move downtown to another location. Another miracle of wind fall profits for realestate reptiles in LA.

Brent McKee said...

Based on the cars, probably more like 1960 than 1950.

Michael said...

This pic is quite nice, but the date of 1950 is at least 10 years off. The 1958 Thunderbird on the right is just behind a 1960 Chevvy Impala.

videversocom said...

.... nice, but where are the bikes?....

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