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

Art of the London Underground # 19

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By Sir Frank Brangwyn, RA; 1913

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

The end of an era. 1913 - the last year of "business as usual" for Old Europe - all the 3 and 4 stickers in the foreground would be pretty much gone by the second year of the war - technology was moving fast and faster still in those desperate days - and by the end, most were rotting and rusting away in various graveyards and atolls, laid up waiting for a world that didn't exist anymore. A few eked out an existence in the fringes and Far East, but sadly, the last of the great days of sail were gone with rather a whimper. The Tube was actually a harbinger of what killed the old ladies of the sea - a technological solution for moving masses thru a city in a relatively undisturbed manner, hmmmm, lemme see, what else is inefficient and slow? But the Great War took care of that.