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 Art of British Rail #4


Chris said...

I live about 30 miles from Skegness. Along with Mablethorpe and Cleethorpes a holiday destination for me and my cousins in the late 1950's. All three places have seen better days. Skeggy was by all accounts, where the first Butlins holiday camp was built. My Grand Father was a labourer for the company that laid all of the roadworks. After which he was employed as a pre-curser to the Red Coats and worked on some of the fairground rides.

vambo said...

I once read in Film Photoplay magazine, sometime in the 1970s, that this poster was designed by actress Imogen Hassel's grandfather. Great blog, I love it. Thanks.