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 #9

3 comments :

Steve said...

Oh, come on. People didn't have sex in 1948. All reproduction was asexual at that point. I mean, sex wasn't introduced into the human lexicon until, like, 1962 or something.

SomeNYGuy said...

I'm dying to know all about the top sex discoveries of 1948. I'm picturing an atomic brassiere and a vibrator with Hydromatic transmission. I was born in 1958, when they introduced condoms with big sweeping tail fins.

Theron said...

Yeah, remember the pillbox hat condom? It came in cute pastel colors...