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

Mop Tops in Action #8


John escorts his old lady to the Playboy Club

7 comments :

F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

makes me sad in several ways, to see it.

Christopher said...

looks more like hes begging her to come back..

Bwca Brownie said...

Cynthia wasn't the one who left.

In 1964 I thought Lennon was the most brilliant mind in the world.
The insanity of fame beat him
(as it did with many others of course).

Timmy said...

Cynthia was always so much more of a woman, in physical beauty & persona, than the one that Johnny wound up with. I can't stomach the responsibility of knowing that. Maybe I'll just go out & drink it up with May & Harry. Oh, wait! Are they still around?

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

El Dorado.

Tommy O'C said...

Ditto, Timmy. I always fancied Cynth me self.

Richard Gibson said...

Hmm. I can't work out of this is the front or the rear but I know the location of this:

http://www.e-architect.co.uk/london/45_park_lane.htm