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

Welcome to Show Business! #16


Original Caption:

New York -- Ed Sullivan puts his arm around Walter Winchell after they buried a feud that has lasted almost 40 years. Winchell appeared on 'The Ed Sullivan Show' Sept. 10 and took a bow from the audience. "We're friends," they said, and shook hands. (1967)
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2 comments:

Marshall P. Smith said...

"buried a feud" ?!?

A hatchet is buried OR a feud is ended . . .

You don't need to be a rocket surgeon to know the difference.


;-)

January 09, 2009 5:19 PM
Who Am Us Anyway? said...

I can bury your feud and end your hatchet, "cause I'm a skinny little boy from Cleveland, Ohio, come to drink your women and chase your beer.

January 10, 2009 12:49 PM

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