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

W is for Winogrand #3

New York City (1969)

1 comment :

SomeNYGuy said...

This was my childhood. This was the atmosphere in which Swift Boat liar John O'Neill first began his decades-long vendetta against John Kerry, when "hardhat" became a pejorative term for the kind of white ethnic working-class types roused to hysteria by the right wing noise machine. Anyone with long hair was a faggot. Anyone who opposed the still-escalating war in Vietnam was a commie. Relatively liberal Democrats like my parents thought it best to keep their mouths shut and support the Nixon Administration for fear of ostracism or more dire repercussions.

By the way, the "red mayor" that sign-holder wanted impeached was John V. Lindsay, a liberal Republican, a species now extinct.

And what's happening here and now in the United States of America will make that time look like a Sunday school picnic.