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 #26


Seymour Hersh

5 comments :

Vanwall said...

The straight shit, and no perfume - only the best work from Mr. Hersh.

SomeNYGuy said...

I'd love to agree wholeheartedly, but he's been announcing the imminent U.S. invasion of Iran for what seems like 17 years now. That's cost him and those who believe in him (like me) a bit of credibility.

Vanwall said...

A little preventative medicine.

Birch said...

He's just a kid! Leave 'im alone!

(Frankly surprised they've let him live. Not a tin-hatter myself, but bad things do seem to happen...)

Tommy O'C said...

Don't sulk when he gets to say, "I told you so!"