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

Through the Lens of Cyril Arapoff #15


This stall sold ornamental china and bric-a-brac. There were two classes of stall-holder - the 'cheap-jacks' who sold mostly junk, and the 'silver kings' whose stalls were spread with glittering displays of polished silver, much of it of doubtful ownership
This entry was posted by
for the series:
your reaction: 

2 comments:

Vanwall said...

Isn't that Lady Whack-Permafrost's sterling flea-case?

November 12, 2007 8:53 PM
Richard Gibson said...

Ha! I think I saw these items on 'Crimewatch'...

November 14, 2007 2:05 PM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)