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 Future is Now #5

The first automated tour guide system, LecTour, makes its debut at the National Gallery in Washington, D.C. 1961

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Jeezus, I hate them things. I don't know how many time I've been standing in front of a painting, and a whole freakin' herd of mouth-breathers have almost run me over, because they're listening to those damned headphones in blind stupefaction, walking like robots. Almost ruined a wonderful Velázquez exhibit in Pennsylvania by stomping on my feet and knocking into me the entire time I was there.