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

Abandoned Places #4


16th Street Train Station
(Oakland, California)
photo by Lee Otis

7 comments :

Liam said...

I don't know what this says about me, but I'm really enjoying the abandoned places series.

michaelE said...

Apparently there is still no there there...

Inukshuk said...

Wow! Astounding!

Exysay Eastbay said...

No, wait, there's michaelE lying on the pavement with a knot on the back of his head, that's a "there," right?

estiv said...

After Jack London and Gertrude Stein left town, there was nothing left but the Golden State Warriors anyway. So of course the train traffic disappeared.

Moquel said...

its being redeveloped:
http://www.insidebayarea.com/oaklandtribune/ci_11326325

R.H. said...

Reminds me of Alcatraz.