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

When Legends Gather #448


Dick Clark, Anita Bryant and Bobby Rydell

5 comments :

Henry Bemis said...

à propos.
From orange juice to moose.

SomeNYGuy said...

If only those guys had seized the opportunity to throw her over the railing.

By coincidence I just saw the documentary FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO which incorporates the immortal footage of Miss American Taliban getting pied by gay activists, then praying and weeping with a face full of whipped cream. Priceless.

And didn't it later turn out that her husband was gay? Maybe there is a God after all...

swac said...

I could really go for a glass of orange juice though.

Vanwall said...

Ask her to squeeze it at this time in her life - she was good as a peach.

swac said...

I guess you could say that...