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

Men of the West #41


Hoot Gibson

4 comments :

Christopher said...

I hold in my hand..a letter from Jed and Granny Clampett

Joe Thompson said...

Hoot was a real cowboy. Wikipedia says: "In 1912 he won the all-around championship at the famous Pendleton Round-Up in Pendleton, Oregon and the steer roping World Championship at the Calgary Stampede." This photo must be from his later years, after he ran through his fortune on wine, women, and song. Too much singing will get you every time.

Regards,
Joe Thompson ;0)

Brooks said...

Time to start singing!

Vanwall said...

Hoot and Ben Johnson were the real deal.