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

Tricky: Scenes from a Life #58

Tricky reads the room (1968)


Vanwall said...

Too bad there wasn't a noose and someone with quick feet.

Fred said...

It is amazing how campaigns have changed in 40 years. Do you think any publicist or campaign organizer operating today would ever let a candidate stand on a chair in the middle of a room to make a speech? Now, we have lecterns, banners, photographers, a demographically hand selected audience, and the press for the most ordinary, banal address imaginable. Things have gotten so packaged, processed and commercialized that candidates probably don't even fart without first having someone test market the smell, location, sound, direction, etc. It is sad, and probably a big reason why the best and the brightest no longer go into politics and government service.

R.H. said...

Love the wallpaper.