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 Gunslinger Guide to Julie Christie #11


Robert Fiore said...

In Heaven, this is the first thing you see in the morning.

H. P. L. said...

There had better be some tea in that mug elsewhere I'm going to have a heart attack.

Vanwall said...

M. Fiore - Agreed, heartily!

marietta said...

Auf diesem schönen Foto kann ich nicht viel von der ihr sonst so eigenen Wehmut erkennen.

swac said...

Did this image inspire Dusty Springfield's Breakfast in Bed?

Tom Sutpen said...

It does for me!

Someone once pointed out to me a nuance in that song, namely that the gender of the individual she's singing to ("Don't be shy/You've been here before/Take your shoes off; lie down/And I will lock the door") is never specified.

Like that supposedly ruins it.