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

Artists and Animals #49


Eugene O'Neill and best friend.

8 comments :

MichaelRyerson said...

The demons were upon him.

Tommy O'C said...

This will sound weird but I read--I think it was by the late critic Tom Dardis--that there is no existing photo of O'Neill smiling. Such was his experience of life. This photo contradicts that--happily and despite the demons, who were, indeed, "upon him."

Fred said...

I didn't think old Gene had any friends?

MrsHenryWindleVale said...

Is this a Disney picture, where a valient pooch wins over an old curmudgeon?

Makes me imagine a "Long Day's Journey" told from the P.O.V. of the family's pet.

fred said...

America's first great dramatist...

Greg said...

The dog was a dramatist?!

tipota said...

hello, i love your blog here. wonderful. but, well, its just too bad - artistry aside, its a shameful crime to be unhappy isnt it? (wink*

Some Other Guy said...

"At least you won't marry Charlie Chaplin, will ya girl?"