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

Politicians in Action #39

Lady Bird Johnson stumps for her roommate


PCtag said...

I still remember Lady Bird on the back of this train as it went through my small town. She waved and threw me a couple of postcards and matchbooks as she passed. It was easy to spot me as nobody else was near me. It seems that her husband's stance on civil rights didn't endear him to many in small southern towns. Today I am amazed that she took the time to come out on the platform to wave - but I'm glad she did. I stll have the mementos.

Greg said...

I'd never get rid of them. How amazing.

Christopher said...

Ladybird is a true Texas treasure! :o)

swac said...

I loved it when LBJ would pick her up by the ears.

Sock MonKey 1 said...

Did she say, "Plant a tree, a bush or a shrub"?