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

L Is For Lange #1

Plantation Overseer and His Field Hands
(Mississippi Delta; 1936)


Christopher said...

"Yew boys make a wrong turn did ye?"

William said...

Used as the cover photo for one of the best books I ever read - "The Most Southern Place on Earth: The Mississippi Delta and the Roots of Regional Identity" by James C. Cobb

Vladimir Estragon said...

Sometimes nothing is a pretty cool hand.

Loye said...

Might I suggest the book "Slavery by Another Name" by Douglas A. Blackmon.