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 Cool Hall of Fame #97


Theodor Geisel (a.k.a. Dr. Seuss)

5 comments :

Tom Sutpen said...

(standing ovation for Monsieur Cooke)

Hear hear!

swac said...

Aw, thanks Tom!

I've been away at a Celtic music festival for a week, after a crazy busy work week, so I thought I had better come back strong.

Tom Sutpen said...

Holy cats. You were at a Celtic music festa, Richard's been travelling and I just got out of the hospital a few hours ago (all is well . . .finally).

I have to really thank the Amazing Ms. Lindbergs, then, for maintaining this blog in light of this unintended three-part absence.

Hats off, gents!

Vanwall said...

I worked with an lady who as a child, lived down the street from Geisel - she loved trick-or-treating at his house!

Neil Sarver said...

Words elude me. This is now my favorite picture in the whole world.