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 #5


The Tel-Star Motel (Myrtle Beach, SC)

4 comments :

eyes wide open said...

This kind of hotel in Myrtle Beach is soon becoming extinct. The large, modern, corporate facilities are quickly taking over all real estate and transforming this once distinct town full of personality into place devoid of character. In this wake the people too have become mindless and impersonal. Crime has followed proportionately to the decline of genuine humanity in Myrtle Beach. Of course, this has what has become of America as we loose touch with the personality of our past.

I grieve but recognize that the grass withers and the flowers fade and nothing stays the same. This is life.

swac said...

Plus the place is lousy with Canadians in the winter.

Christopher said...

oh boy..I can't wait to tear the wrapper off the drinking glasses..

Tommy O'C said...

Poignant remembrance, Eyes Wide Open. You painted a picture that spoke volumes.