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

Aftermath: Japan #10

Original Caption:

Hiroshima - Ten Years Later.

Hiroshima -- The night no longer holds terror. Lights flashing in the sky are the neon signs in the shopping district, not forewarners of sudden death. (1955)


Kenmeer livermaile said...

One can suppose there was after The Bomb a fevered rush forward into modernity, since the Past had been cauterized after bringing them to holocaust.

Elisson said...

Two years ago I stood at the hypocenter - the spot directly beneath the A-bomb explosion - in Hiroshima. You would never know that the vital, bustling city around me had been completely leveled only sixty-three years before... a radioactive wasteland.

It was a sobering experience... as was my visit to Pearl Harbor twenty-three years before. Time changes many things, but there are some events we need to remember.