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

Artists & Animals #17


Billie Holiday crouches with her boxer Mister.

6 comments :

swac said...

Here's another photo from the same session.

Flynn D said...

Yours is the better photo, swac!
It's a good thing to see her smiling.

swac said...

Friends of mine used to have a cat named "Mister". I always wondered if there was a connection.

Broom said...

swac, curiously enough there is: Kevin Bacon raised both of them at his kitten & puppy mill.

swac said...

Were they then smoked and cured?

Broom said...

No, but they were milled to a fine flour. Nothing else makes a pie crust like...

OK, this weirdness is even getting to me!