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

Heroes of American Literature #17

John Steinbeck


Joe Thompson said...

"In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage."

Joe Thompson ;0)

thingy said...

What a wonderful photo.
He is one of my favorite writers.

asleep said...

May I ask: Would someone kindly comment on the "medieval musical notation" on the wall? What exactly is that? (Any members of Hilliard Ensemble among followers?)

Joe said...

I was wondering about those musical notations myself.

actionDM425 said...

They are called neumes. Each neume didn't represent a specific pitch, but was meant to show interval spacing and note value.