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 Art of Feminism #9

5 comments :

Matt Largo said...

Who's the artist in question?

Tom Sutpen said...

That I do not know.

Flynnjr said...

Now that it's online, it will probably be a Shep Fairey print before too long...

Gabriel Reyes said...

I don't understand the hate for Shep when Lichtenstein set the tone.

Robert said...

This was designed by a Cuban artist named Fremez. I had the privilege of visiting him in his home in Havana a few years ago, just before he passed on... it was actually a visual commentary on fashion and consumerism in contrast to those victimized by the U.S. war on Viet Nam.