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

C is for Cunningham #14


Lovers (New York; 1956)

3 comments :

j shua said...

such a beautiful beautiful moment.
i wonder if it really felt like this for these two, or if the photographer caught something that wasn't real? no matter.
i wish i could read an entire novel about these two!

Vanwall said...

My art teacher in HS had this, among others, on her Wall of Photos - I was fascinated by the girl for many years, and whenever I see girl in a summer dress with her bare arm braced like this, I can smell the paints and clay of that room.

P. said...

I love it. The girl has such a lovely face. Don't know about the guy. Is still on my desktop.