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 Labor #13:
Labor Day Edition


Vanwall said...

Wobblies and Molly Maguires are the too-often face of labor, thanks to the Corporations, while it's really the ordinary joes and jills out there trying to make a buck for their own American Dream. Outsourcing has shown what Labor was sayin' all along - pay a decent wage and take care of your people and you won't have dead family pets, polluted world environments, and lead-painted children's toys made by starvin' Chinamen, let in scot-free by a pack of thieves in the White House.

shahn said...

what effective graphics, makes me want to sign right now.