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

Orpheus in Action #16

Orpheus endeavors to keep a straight face


michaelE said...

Am I the only one having a "Luke, I am your father" moment here?

Mac said...

...Wonderin' why the Hell I'm wanted in some town halfway between..

Casey said...

I enjoy your blog so very much. Never miss it. Good stuff!

sunvana said...

devil or angel

FlynnD said...

Norma Shearer, Mickey Rooney.

Inseparable in my disgustingly fertile imagination.

Peter Nellhaus said...

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry.

eruke said...

I have been relishing the photos of Dylan you post here--they are well-chosen and never the usual suspects.
In case you or any of your readers are Dylan enthusiasts, I edit a new print journal devoted to serious writing on Dylan's work--the journal's called Montague Street and our first issue is now available. You can find us at
Thanks again, keep up this good work.

Nina Goss

Some Other Guy said...

Pilled up?

steves said...

that finger of Cash looks loaded for bear. better call your maker if it points at you