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 Ink & Paint Set #30

George Bernard Shaw in I've Got to Sing a Torch Song
(Tom Palmer; Warner Bros.; 1933)


SomeNYGuy said...

Imagine a time when GBS could be portrayed in a cartoon with the expectation that a good portion of the audience would know who he is. It's truly painful to be an American in the 21st century.

swac said...

You mean you missed that David Mamet cameo on Dora the Explorer?

Tom Sutpen said...

Damnye for a scoundrel, Cooke! I was going to chime in with something about Edward Albee doing a guest shot on 'Family Guy'. Crap! Ya beat me to the punch.

Side comment: I'm convinced, after reading that rambling Village Voice essay of a week or so back, that Mamet is either nuts or has very strange ideas about promoting himself.

I mean, I halfway expected him to wrap the thing up by declaring himself the Joseph Lieberman of the American stage.

swac said...

Doesn't Mamet live in a lonely cabin somewhere in Vermont, next door to J.D. Salinger?