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 #37


Another redwood, another Bohemian, another painting (1907)

3 comments :

Joe Thompson said...

That looks like George Sterling, a San Francisco poet who was a Bohemian member of the Bohemian Club. IIRC, he killed himself at the Club's San Francisco headquarters.

Regards,
Joe Thompson ;0)

swac said...

Thanks for that info Ford, uh, Joe!

Joe Thompson said...

George Sterling was also the guy who first called San Francisco "The Cool, Grey City of Love," a favorite line of columnist Herb Caen's: http://alangullette.com/lit/sterling/coolgrey.htm

Regards,
Joe Thompson ;0)