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 the Leaf #4


Mr DeBakey said...

And so are you

Vanwall said...

The currency of choice in more than a few post-war black-markets, dunno why tho.

swac said...

And to think there's a whole generation out there that will never know the meaning of L.S.M.F.T.

Brent McKee said...

"The currency of choice in more than a few post-war black-markets, dunno why tho."

Not those packs. Lucky Strike Green went to war and was declared missing in action. (Apparently the green ink for the packages was needed for something military; the company made a big deal with the slogan "Lucky Strike Green has gone to war," and switched to white packs. After the war, when presumably the green ink became available again, they stuck with the white packages.)

Vanwall said...

Yeah, I seem to remember something 'bout that. The name must be have cachet, somehow, even in Iraq today.