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 Heretofore Unmentioned #57

Frank Stella


John said...

An uncanny resemblance to (the unmentioned heretofore) Heiner Müller.

Tommy O'C said...

Could've sworn it were Geoffrey Rush.

Randolph Hoppe said...

I thought it were Jean "Moebius" Giraud.

swac said...

Funny, I had a Frank Stella portrait for A Is For will see the light of day some day.

Fred said...

When my parents renovated their house in the 60s, their interior decorator, a personal friend of Stella's, commissioned two pieces for the project. But, when they were delivered, my parents didn't like them and didn't go through with the purchase. Later, when I graduated from college, Frank Stella was given an honorary degree at the same time, and it seems that everytime I go to an art museum with my parents, there is a Frank Stella installation. If I didn't know better, I would think that he has been stalking my parents in an effort to get them to reconsider their decision on his artwork. However, considering most of the standard, middle class kitsch in my home growing up, I doubt it was worthy of his art.