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

Before and After #201: Sal Mineo




squajo said...

Sal was a sweet nice man whose happy life was taken from him far too early. I knew Sal and I miss him very much!

twister said...

I'll almost bet he didn't go home with that fur coat on. I half expect his dad would've boxed his ears and said some things we wouldn't think of saying in public, these days.

Kerry said...

I love Sal.

Tommy O'C said...

Sal, you were cool. I've heard that it was a privilege to have known you. You died way too young.