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

Artists in Action #534

Keith Haring embellishes the body of a dancer


Pop9 said...

Keith, if you're bored with your job, I've got a deal in mind.

Fred said...

What a wonderful artist who was taken from us all too soon. I met him once at Area in the early 80s, back in the days before clubs separated the VIPs from us members of the great, unwashed masses with velvet ropes and private rooms.

Greg said...

Fred, I have a friend who worked with him. She loved him, thought he was a great guy in person.

Fred said...

In my brief meeting with him, I came away with the same impression. He was already a "famous artist" but didn't mind hanging with me and the other clubs who'd made it past the velvet rope into Area. Funny thing is that he was with Diana Brill and John Sex that evening, and a picture of them sitting on the sofa with us got into Interview, but my friends and I were cropped out.