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

This Sporting Life #4

Original Caption:

Bulldogs Chase

Cambridge -- Policemen in Cambridge, known as Bulldogs, prepare to start the Bulldogs Chase during the Cambridge sports at the University ground. (1936)


Christopher said...

ready..set..Go find a dead man..
or is it the Knightsbridge Droogs?

Vanwall said...

Upper Class Twits of the Year?

Kreisler said...

You don't fuck with the Bulldogs, trust me

aldiboronti said...

And they were, of course, all working-class men.