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 Travel #12

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

I say, Reggie, watch those beastly coolies, eh wot? Just the way to see the Jewel of Orient, tho - much more relaxing then a rickshaw, and the little buggers know all the right houses, if you get my meanin'. Do take some envelopes with you to that dinner tonite, tho, old chap, or you'll not have anyplace to put the rice between courses; can't see how those bloody Chinamen stay so thin. The sun never sets, you know old top, so do get some rest and I'll see you in Raffle's when you get back to the rubber plantation. Cheerio!