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

The Greatest Hits of John Tenniel
(with The Reverend Dodgson) #6

"Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more slowly than the Queen, that she mightn't take his breath away . . . she said afterwards that she had never seen in all her life such a face the King made . . . 'Oh! please don't make such faces, my dear!' she cried out, quite forgetting the King couldn't hear her."
-- Through the Looking-Glass; and What Alice Found There (1871)

1 comment :

pinstripebindi said...

Dude! I just read this over the weekend. I had a terrible cold (still do, ugh) and I like to read children's classics when I'm sick.