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 City: Miami #7


Original Caption:

Feels Sure

Miami -- Teamsters Union Vice President James R. Hoffa, seeking election as president during the organization's convention here, autographs a placard October 1st for one of a group of women campaigning for him outside the convention hall. (1957)

2 comments :

swac said...

That's funny...my coffee cup is currently resting on a coaster I swiped from the Miami Eden Roc Hotel, with a caricature of Frank Sinatra taken from Al Hirschfeld's famous celebrity mural that's on the wall of the restaurant there. Sadly, it's not from the Palladium Room, but close enough.

Will said...

They found where he was buried - under Tammy Faye Baker's make-up!