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

A Who's Who of the Cold War #10

Nikita Khrushchev


R.H. said...

It's him!


R.H. said...

Hot dawg lovin' son of a gun!

Tommy O'C said...

The man to his left reminds me of Timothy Leary, for some reason. Could this be the real reason Leary fell out with the establishment? Here was a tailor-made opportunity to demonstrate the psychosis-mimicking properites of LSD-25 when slipped to an unsuspecting commissar. And Dr. Turn-On-Tune-In-Drop-Out goes and blows it.

Then again, it may have manifested itself merely as an urge to do some shoe-banging at the U.N. General Assembly. History turns on such might-have-beens...