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

Annals of Crime #54


Original Caption:

New York -- Accused of stabbing his wife in a wordless rage after a beatnik party, novelist Norman Mailer, 37, was ordered sent to Bellevue Hospital for observation. A psychiatrist's report described Mailer as suffering from acute paranoia with homicidal tendencies. Mrs. Adele Mailer, 35, was in critical condition at the hospital after being stabbed twice with a pen knife, Nov.20th. (1960)

6 comments :

R.H. said...
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R.H. said...

Bugger it.

R.H. said...

Homicidal tendencies? Is that all?
Well thank goodness they're not intentions.

My rages are all wordy.

anodyne Brownie said...

in An American Dream his description of a chanteuse and 'When the deep purple falls ... " made me love him

but really ...

'a beatnik party' ?

Julie said...

Damn beatniks...always a bad influence!

rookgaroo said...

Well all reet, all root, all right...