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

Bobby Fischer dead at 64

Bobby Fischer, here seen arriving in Reykjavik in Iceland on 5th July 1972 for the world championship match against Boris Spassky.
Read The Guardian's obituary here.


Vanwall said...

Fischer's been dead for quite some time; since his youth, in fact - his body didn't catch up until now. One can judge him by the his brillaint chess, but here was an automata that played like a man, more of a Mechanical Turk, but manipulated by demons who arranged patterns mere Grandmasters couldn't recognize.

mike said...

His defeat of Spassky must rank as one of the greatest sporting achievements of the 20th century - one man pretty much vs. 30 years of the Russian chess juggernaut. It would be like a team of yak shepherds from outer mongolia winning the world series.

Has there ever been a good documentary made about that game? it would make a riveting feature i think.