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

Mop Tops in Action #17

The Mop Tops take a Masters course in self-promotion


Birdseed said...

Last week I saw a TV documentary partly about this picture, and apparently the mop tops didn't really want to do it since they were sure (like pretty much everyone else) that Liston would beat the crap out of Clay. They wanted to be "photographed with the champ" instead.

Tom Sutpen said...

Unless someone in Miami (those who know of such things) told them Liston would be doing a tank job that night.

Either way, this was the more appropriate choice. Sonny Liston in a photo op with The Beatles would have been . . .

There are no words for it.

Will Divide said...

Clay is supposed to have said "Who were those faggots?" after they left.