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 #72


Tricky admires his living room (1964)

7 comments :

swac said...

Why does it look like he had the place reduced in scale to make himself look bigger?

Patrick Ciccone said...

Is this NYC?

R.H. said...

It's his holiday shack in Acapulco.

Matthew and Andrew said...

haha yeah he does look like he is in a smaller scale living room...or maybe dick really was a giant ogre

huskermould said...

will there be a thread called 'Scenes from Dubya' someday?

swac said...

Maybe in about 30 years, once the scars have healed.

R.H. said...

I think it's a wide-angle lense: distortion.