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 in Action #504

Norman Mailer runs for elective office


Maureen said...

How long before Sean Penn plays this part. Born to it, yes or no?

mister muleboy said...

Having the pleasure of mister mailer's acquaintance during the last fifteen years of his life, I cannot fully grasp the power he once held as the boy genius, when literature mattered and he so wanted to matter.

Photos like this remind me [or at least make me want to go and try to get a feeling for it; those times are so far behind us].

I hope mister penn does not end up in the role. while it seems so fitting, the similarities would, at least for me, work against the performance.

swac said...

For some reason, when I look at Mailer, I think Ed Asner.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

I’d have loved to meet the man. What a life! I first heard of him in 9th grade after being invited to a kid party & this odd record was playing “Kill, kill, kill for peace; near or middle or very far east” & so I pick up the cover & say “the Fugs?” & this pretty girl explained all about the Naked and the Dead. “It was all, ‘Oh this fugging fug is fugged’” she said. So I had to go off and try to speed read the book over the following days to impress her, only to find out later she had never actually read it herself. But I re-read it properly years later & it is a great book & it still blows my mind that he was only 25 when he wrote it. Of course its brilliance sadly saddled him with absurd & unfair expectations of “Oh yeah? Well, let’s see you do it again."