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

Newspapermen #22

Allen Drury


shahn said...

no "pen mightier than the sword" quips?
c'mon, let loose....

Brent McKee said...

Drury remembering the good old days if some of what I've read about him is true.

Vanwall said...

Ah, those halcyon days of swashbuckling in the Capitol, Senators and Congressman trading drinks twixt sword-strokes, swapping stolen booty for lobbyist's lucre, and sullying the pages, mostly female, with a few sacrificial "cabin boys" thrown in for bad measure. The Good Old Days.