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 Art of Dissent #12


Broom said...

"Before our white brothers came to civilize us, we had no jails"... but we did have capital punishment.

"We had no locks or keys, and so we had no theives"... but we did conduct raids on neighboring tribes, killing their men, kidnapping their women to rape them as our new wives, and enslaving their children.

"We were too uncivilized to set much value on personal belongings"... which is why we would kill intruders from those neighboring tribes to take their stuff.

Yawn. The Noble Savage was devoid of the sins of modern, western civilization. Yeah, right. No human society has ever been as squeaky clean as our nostalgia insists.

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Vocalion said...

This gift economy is what Lewis Hyde speaks of in his amazing book, THE GIFT: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property. Good time to read it.