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

American Dry Spell #7

Spiritous liquors are dispensed with (1920)


Vanwall said...

Like pouring money into the pockets of organized crime, actually. Prohibition primed the pump, that's for sure.

Paul C. said...

No kidding. Although it's fun to imagine a vagrant living down in the sewer, suddenly awash in booze and celebrating the fact that his dream has finally come true.

Also, I nominated you guys for a Thinking Blogger award over at my blog. Just thought you'd like to know.

Paul C. said...

That's at my main blog- Silly Hats Only. Just in case you clicked my name and got confused by the long list o'blogs.

Tom Sutpen said...

Holy mackerel, thanks for tagging us, Paul!

I'm not sure I'd use the word 'degenerated' to describe how you've arrived at doing what we're doing (though I'm certain others would say it's too kind). But then, maybe it is. As stated before, I don't write much on here simply because I know that no one wants to hear whatever it is I might say (especially on the subject of film) . . . nor should they.

We gotta give the people what they want, don't we . . . or at least what we can get away with.

But still, it is an honor, and we should probably break format and post our 5 choices. Whether those whom we choose will consider themselves honored, rather than gravely insulted by our endorsement, is of course an as yet unanswered question.

Thank you again, Signor!

Paul C. said...

Well, I definitely wouldn't apply the word "degenerated" to what you've done here. After all, you guys are so prolific with the posting that the absence of text-based content couldn't be anything but by design. Likewise, your commitment has turned the idea of a found-object-centric blog into something like an art form.

I only self-applied the word "degenerated" because my own blog was once my primary writing focus, whereas now it feels like a home base for my other activities and ventures, with some assorted eye candy to tide over my handful of readers between the Thursdays when I post the link to that week's Movie Moment.

And as to the belief that nobody wants to read what you write, I offer a one-word retort- PRIVILEGE.

Steve said...

I enjoyed the occasional essays and writings that appeared here as well.

Just thought ya'd like to know...