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 Art of the Big Top #26

6 comments :

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

All right folks, just make your self at home. Have a snow cone and enjoy the show.

Peter Nellhaus said...

I once made a projectile out of zucchini.

Fred said...

In this way Mr. K will challenge the World!

justjack said...

Freedom!

Vanwall said...

Somehow, someway, this pic just hast be connected with Julia and Sophia.

Kreisler said...

Woah, this is the dog's bollocks. Look at the size of that gun.