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 Cool Hall of Fame #174


Flannery O'Connor

11 comments :

Cooper Green said...

Dammit, I love this site. Where do you get these photos?

estiv said...

Yes. Cool ain't clothes.

Fernando said...

Of course she would be photographed with a peacock at her side. Of course she would.

Marshall P. Smith said...

Another interesting gem brought to my attention by this blog.

Thanks!

MEBEE said...

She was captured on film as a little girl, because she was famed for having a chicken that walked backwards. If most of the photos of the great MFOC are any testament, she was never comfortable unless sharing the spotlight with a bird.

marksparky said...

She had such a strong sense of a 'guardian angel' as a child that she went into a shed at six or seven, held a broom up over her head and started swinging in the hopes she could knock hers down to see it.

Tommy O'C said...

"AFLACK!" Oops. That's not a duck. But someone did say she had a chicken. Another example of what makes this a continually must-see blog.

Bill said...

I just read Wiseblood. She was a cool one indeed.

azfad said...

An amazing writer - her story 'everything that rises must converge' contains more in its 20 or so pages than a cartload of novels

Miss F said...

Whoa!!!i'm shocked to find out that she's a she! I thought Flannery was a masculine name, and mainly because her stories read like written by male writers- pessimistic, dark, cynical, depressing, gritty.

Tom Sutpen said...

Would this, by any chance, be 'Fruity Fredda', who used to visit this blog back in its early days and numbered, then and now, among our more valued commentators (Confession: I looked up your profile, so i already know it is)?

Welcome back!