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
6 comments:
Third blog reference to Rivera I've seen in 3 days, so what's up with that?
Third reference on this blog?
I'd love to say it's intentional . . . whatever it is . . . but it's not. I've been planning a Diego Rivera series for a while now. I just couldn't arrive at a suitable title for it until two days ago.
sex capitols of the woooorld!!
Not here of course, but something must be in the air.
I'd rather be a sex capitalist than a commie..beautiful picture..but how phuqued up is that really!?
Onward Commie soldiers, marching us to Gulags!
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