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

Tricky: Scenes from a Life #71

Tricky gives his consent (1968)


Peter L. Winkler said...

Be seeing you!

swac said...

Note to Castro: You have just been poisoned.

Lex10 said...

or.............he's flicking a booger.

BlizzB said...

"Your daughter did a good job!"

John said...

I'm guessing that's George Romney (Mitt's father) on the left. One of the most consistently interesting things about Dick Nixon is how his political peers and contemporaries viewed him. Almost without exception, the consensus was that he was distant, personally unknowable, deceptively smart, and, well, weird. I imagine Romney thinking to himself, "How on earth did this strange guy get to be President over a fellow with hair like mine?"