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

Kansas City Confidential #4

Harry S. Truman opens a menswear pit (1919)


Vanwall said...

So's zat Tommmy Pendergast's hat in dere for re-blockin'? Harry and Bess'll be headin' down the aisle in month or so, I heard. Things'll be changin' fast for Harry an' th' Boss real soon now.

Tom Sutpen said...

I wonder if the Boss ever entertained the idea that his one-time errand boy would find himself in the Oval Office someday (and help turn the US into a National Security state within 2 years of taking the oath)?

Vanwall said...

I figure Pendergast was working on a sooner than later schedule for just such an occasion from one of his toadies, but he prolly didn't have Truman in mind, as he wasn't as pliant as them.