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 in Action #392


Groucho Marx and friend relax poolside.

7 comments :

swac said...

Sorry about the Photobucket problems folks...I'll have this fixed momentarily.

Brent McKee said...

Shoes and socks - ideal poolside garments. And of course a stereo camera.

swac said...

Yeah, I guess he was going to show Harold Lloyd a thing or too.

Bellotoot said...

Friend? Isn't that the third Mrs. Marx?

swac said...

Bellotoot, you would appear to be correct! My apologies to the late Ms. Eden Hartford.

Sorry I'm not the duck coming down to give you $1,000.

Tom Sutpen said...

Besides, if what I've read is true, Groucho wasn't particularly friendly to any of his wives in the first place.

R.H. said...

Groucho got his shoes pinched at a public pool one time, he swam in them ever after.