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

Artists & Animals #4

Mary Pickford hoses down a bear cub.


Testify said...

Well you don't see that every day do you?

swac said...

Well, it beats being stuck with a dead donkey in the middle of Death Valley.

I have to be careful, or this could turn into

Brent McKee said...

Stephen, don't knock - he makes a lot more money out of his site than either of us ever will.

swac said...

That's it, I'm going to add "wacky" captions to future postings.