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

W is for Winogrand #14


Beverly Hills, CA (1979)

7 comments :

R.H. said...

Beverly Hills. I love Beverly Hills. I've got a little sign: "ARMED RESPONSE", blue letters on yellow background, fell off a fence as I was walking past. Then I heard a police siren and sh*t myself.

R.H. said...

Joe Buck went to New York, looks like he shoulda gone to B.H.

R.H. said...

Joe Buck: Midnight Cowboy.

I've got the DVD.

R.H. said...

Midnight Cowboy. Golly, that was forty years ago.
They can't make movies that good anymore.

swac said...

For a second there I thought that was the ghost of Bela Lugosi.

Mac said...

There in the shades.....Is that too young(!) to be Estelle Winwood? Does it matter?

r.j. said...

"Gasp!" You're taking me back!