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

Norman Rockwell Saved from Drowning #15

New Kids in the Neighborhood (1967)


Bob Probst said...

I get the sense Norman was just phoning it in on this one. Lack of shadows makes me wonder whether these kids are vampires.

Baseball gloves are a nice touch though.

Fred said...

Considering this was 1967, I give Rockwell some props for what was a very daring image for its time. They're just kids, but the grown-ups won't let them cross that small patch of driveway between them to play a ballgame or introduce the dog to the cat. Sadly, the next image would probably be the white kids' folks packing up and moving out.

Chris Oliver said...

Even the dog is a little taken aback. That's a nice touch.

Geoffrey Perrin. said...

I think this is a significant work. Humanist, political, brave, also a knowing test of his readership.