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

W is for Winogrand #15


Los Angeles International Airport (1964)

6 comments :

de Selby said...

God this is so idyllic.

Christopher said...

Modern Times!...the Jetson age..I remember this

laamish said...

Funny, I had drinks there last night, while waiting for a long overdue flight to arrive. Scaffolding on the 'legs',
construction all around, and a nice view while watching the Lakers on the bar TV. Still an attractive place inside.

Vanwall said...

The first time I saw it as a kid, I thought of War of the Worlds.

Christopher said...

I can't wait to find a duty free shop and pick up the latest Famous Monsters of Filmland!..

Timmy said...

The lady misses a step here & she's in the gutter.