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

Happy 250th Birthday, William Blake


William Blake (1757-1827)

4 comments :

Vanwall said...

Crash: "Who dresses you?"

Annie: "The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. William Blake."

Crash: "William Blake?"

Annie: "William Blake!"

Crash: "William Blake?!"

Annie: "William Blake!"

Crash: "What do you mean, William Blake?"

Annie: "I mean William Blake!"

Crash: "You know, talking to you is like a Martian having a conversation with a fungo."

Baseball and Blake...Fuckin' A, man.

Testify said...

I live by Peckham Rye. Sadly I have never had a vision of angels, but I'm prepared to believe Blake did.

Sid Smith said...

Major Blake fan here also - even if half of the time I haven't got a clue what he's talking about!

H. P. L. said...

God, William... one of my favourite poets... If I still was in high school I'm sure I would have remembered today is his birthday...

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