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 #455

Audie Murphy sits still


estiv said...

If that's not a picture of blissfully ignorant doomed innocence, it'll do until the real thing comes along. For christ's sake, that's a glass of milk in front of him.

harkin said...

I'd say it's 99% sure that the photograph was taken postwar, meaning that it's just the photo of a hero who killed more than 50 Germans enjoying a glass of milk.

Tom Sutpen said...

It's from 1949 (believe me, nobody was taking photos of Murphy before the war), but even with the knowledge of all that he had done on the field of battle just a few years before, estiv's characterization is spot-on, I think; the only difference being that the innocence wasn't doomed so much as it was damaged beyond repair.