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

Howard Zinn Dies at 87

Goodbye Howard. I owe you one.


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Kimberly Lindbergs said...

His death leaves a big black gaping hole in the public discourse. I'm really going to miss his regular appearances on Democracy Now.

Greg said...

My story is the same as so many you can read across the internet tonight: he taught me, way back in the late seventies and early eighties, to look at history differently than the textbooks. I was already a history fanatic at an early age anyway (part of my obsession with vintage photos) but he got me more deeply involved than I would have been I think.

Certainly his views fed my fascination and horror at, and informed my views of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings. That's why I say I owe him one. He got me past the blacks and whites of the textbooks and started me thinking about the shades of grey, and challenging the black and white views whenever I came across them, which I've done on Cinema Styles in my write-ups on nuclear testing and the 1945 nuclear bombings. A lot of that came from Howard.