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 Art of the Leaf #9

5 comments :

Fernando said...

There's something vaguely impish about that bellhop's face that really unsettles me. Reminds me too much of Werner Herzog's "Even Dwarves Started Small" or something.

Vanwall said...

Freakish dwarf hawking insidious cancer-sticks; like a fekkin' sideshow without the blow-off, or premature E. - and then your oxygen tank esplodes from yer doctor recommended cig fallin' outa your throat hole. "Eminent Medical Authorities" my ass.

Pop9 said...

I'm a long-time Philip Morris smoker. There's a coal mine for sale in my nose and throat.

Mikel J said...

Bizarre indeed! Proof that smoking at least stunts your growth. That's Jonnny Roventini. Hear his call (mp3) here...
http://www.bellhop.org/callforphillip.mp3

Tommy O'C said...

I don't trust any cigarette ad without a doctor in a white jacket making a recommendation.