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 City: Miami #9

Original Caption:

Miami -- Amelia Earhart saying goodbye to her husband, George P. Putnam, at Miami, Florida, June 1st, just before she took off with Captain Fred Noonan for Puerto Rico, where she landed at San Juan about seven hours after the takeoff. This is the first leg of her projected round-the-world flight, her second attempt. (1937)


Fred said...

Was she or wasn't she (and Fred, who seems to be relegated to a historical footnote) murdered by the Japanese imperial navy, making her the first US casualty of WWII?

swac said...

I really need to find a copy of the photo of Amelia here in Halifax, clutching a copy of the very same newspaper for which I now toil.