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

Tiny Giants and Tiny Mummies #6

James Thurber


Joe Thompson said...

“All right, have it your way—you heard a seal bark!”:

Joe Thompson ;0)

estiv said...

God, he looks so strong here, when he was anything but. He was like Marilyn Monroe or Janis Joplin: there was something so pure, perfect, and happy in what came out of all that talent, but it was the product of a human being in constant pain.

But then you go back to the work, and it's a source of joy. I started reading him when I was nine years old, and I can't imagine my life without him.

Vanwall said...

One the best TV shows ever was "My World and Welcome to It", based on his work - it was magically brilliant.