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

Fun at Bohemian Grove #35


Bohemians surround a piano (1892)

6 comments :

freshpinkstyle said...

Last week I spent a little time in at this very spot in Muir Woods. Thanks for posting this photo, very cool to see!

Tom Sutpen said...

You're quite welcome, but I have a question: Is this area no longer part of Bohemian Grove?

Or are you saying you were . . . actually there? In the Grove??

I always wondered how (or if) they keep people out of there when those owl-worshipping scumbags go back home. It's 200-some acres, I believe. I'm surprised the place isn't crawling with gate crashers

Testify said...

Journalist Jon Ronson managed to penetrate the Grove pretty easily in July 2000 as detailed in his book Them. He even managed to smuggle out footage of that years Cremation of Care ceremony for an accompanying TV documentary, wouldn't be surprised if it hasn't surfaced on Youtube. Ronson concluded: "My lasting impression was of an all pervading sense of immaturity;the Elvis impersonators, the cod pagan spooky rituals, the heavy drinking. These people might have reached the apex of their professions but emotionally they seemed to be trapped in their college years."

hiflyer said...

Could think of worse things to be trapped in...

swac said...

Really? I couldn't.

Ann oDyne said...

Aside from the prostitutes who are rumored to be visited by randy Grovers at local bars and motels, it’s a guys-only affair, and, historically, there’s always been talk of buggery in the dappled shadows under the redwoods, particularly at Highlanders, perhaps simply because members wear kilts and nothing underneath. Richard Nixon (a member of Cave Man camp), whose 1967 lakeside talk kicked off his successful run for the presidency, was caught on one of his Oval Office tapes describing the Grove as “the most faggy goddamned thing you could ever imagine.”

The VF May 09 essay (excerpt above) describes that part of the forest is secured by fencing.