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 the Leaf #1


slyboots2 said...

Ah- nothing like the good old days, when children ate sandwiches and smoked a pipe.

And the life expectancy was what- 32?

Flickhead said...

I dunno...32 sounds pretty good. According to Those Who Know More Than Me, my life expectancy should afford me another 22 years...I'm not entirely bowled over by that...I know I should be grateful, but the last fifty years have been spent looking for the next dollar to get me through the day. Twenty more years of that should land me in the booby hatch.