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 in Action #568


Jean-Pierre Leaud waits for service

3 comments :

marietta said...

If i look to this very cute,early foto from jean pierre leaud,so i remember on a hot summerday long time ago.My sohn,five years old and me sitting in the eiscafe`.The waitress ask me wat i to desiere.To my sohn "hey little man,wat do you want?"My sohn answer fairspoken" can i take first a look to the card"?Nice day marietta .Sorry my bad english.

Jared said...

...his milk-stealing days behind him.

Sid Smith said...

Fantastic picture!