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

I Like the Christian Life! #10

Original Caption:

Hartford -- Worshipers attend early mass in the state armory before a temporary altar. A fire destroyed the St. Joseph's Cathedral on December 31st, causing the services to be held in the armory. (1957)


v said...

Great picture.

The classification suggests mockery.

The armoury location is fabulously ironic, but do these guys deserve mockery?

Tom Sutpen said...

The classification/title comes from an old Louvin Brothers recording (covered spectacularly by The Byrds on their Sweetheart of the Rodeo LP). No mockery is intended.

Milan said...

And behold, there was a sound like a mighty scratching needle and I heard old Charlie and old dead Ira channeled by Gram Parsons and I guess Chris Hillman, harmonizing in my head: " ... others take pleasure in things I despise ... "