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

Watch the Skies! #4

McMinnville, Oregon (1950)


Mr DeBakey said...

The fallen ones were in the earth in those days, and even afterwards when sons of God come in unto daughters of men, and they have borne to them -- they are the heroes, who, from of old, are the men of name.

Tommy O'C said...

Oh, Sarah P. could shoot that old skeet outta the sky like nobody's business...

Keith said...

Was Al Oerter just outside of the frame on the right hand side?

Tom Sutpen said...

Hah! Al Oerter. Good one.

I guess all it took was rudimentary photographic knowledge in those days to phony up one of these things.

There's something almost bittersweet in the old UFO photos, however. They reflect the most inchoate wishes of a generation, as well as the all-American desire to turn a fast buck (often the two are indistinguishable from one another). They are weirdly charming.