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

They Had Faces Then:
Civic Portraiture Edition #2


Christopher said...

..heres another one for ya! 'im Dano!

Trader said...

A word about Minneapolis. Some 15 years ago, we were looking for a motel room late at night. Some clerk from St-Paul told us not to use the bridge to Minn. for fear it may collapse!

We had the impression it was a rivaltry between the twin cities.

Just one or two years ago the same bridge did fall down.

Coincidence? :wondering:

matt said...

I have to be a home town nit-picker here. The bridge that collapsed connected north and south Minneapolis, not Minneapolis and St. Paul.

You were safe the whole time!

Trader said...

My story is true, though.

But I guess I was mistaken about the location of the bridge.


Tommy O'C said...

Dunno what this mugshot has to do with that unfortunate tragedy in Minnesota. But there's a whole bunch more in the Steven Kasher Gallery under Least Wanted: A Century of American Mugshots.

Richard Gibson said...

'Face like a slapped ar*e' is the expression that comes to mind.

Mac said...

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