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

Artists in Action #271

Cyd Charisse blows a kiss to you (but not to you)


Vanwall said...

This one was for me, I know it.

VP81955 said...

She has a beautiful face, but it simply doesn't seem like an official Cyd Charisse picture if you can't see her legs.

Sam said...

Nope, it's for Tom on his birthday today. Congrats, friend. Keep on keepin' on.

Tom Sutpen said...

Thank you, Sam! I will keep on while the keeping is good.

You are, like the man said, a Prince.