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 Life and Times of the American Motel #2

Marco Polo Motel (Seattle, Washington)


Geoff said...

ahh aurora

michaelE said...

Gotta read the two reviews!

Tommy O'C said...

That review is priceless! Aged 70s decor, water damage, whores, cocaine and a week long binge. His girl refused to shower there and wouldn't walk on the carpet without socks. And he still gave it three stars! "It loses two stars because the towel provided was the size of a hand towel, sheets weren't bad." But the other review, after saying it's a great place to take a hooker and freebase all night, gives us "A little tip...bring your own sheets"!

It's a lowlife Disneyland.

R.H. said...

I've lived in apa-a-a-artments of that design, slapped up in the early sixties, we've got entire streets full of them here. Still, I reckon it's not bad for a motel, cheap is all I want; it's my philosophy, total style.

Tommy O'C said...

Cheap is good. Especially when you accrue all these *extras* for your motel dollar.

torresongs said...

I would run screaming if I walked into a motel room and saw a pink kitchenette!