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

Norman Rockwell Saved from Drowning #12

Oh, Boy. It's Pop with a new Plymouth! (1951)


estiv said...

Even the dog is interested! And it's worth noting that, unlike nearly all other advertising, we do not get a glimpse of the actual product.

Fred said...

They don't make 'em like that anymore. Actually, regarding Plymouth, I guess they just don't make 'em anymore.

marietta said...

Guten Morgen Tom,leider habe ich mich mit dem Oevre von Norman Rockwell nicht befaßt,leider.Insofern geht diese Zurechtweisung,oder auch Hinweis total in Ordnung.