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

Faces of Science #22


Virgil I "Gus" Grissom.

7 comments :

estiv said...

One of my heroes when I was a kid -- I was heartbroken when he died. This pic captures perfectly something of who he was, or more accurately all of that group. He's in his civvies looking relaxed, but where is he? At his job, while the engineers work on the tools of the trade.

Some Other Guy said...

I thought this was Phranc the lesbian folk singer. Perhaps that's the look she was going for. Or vice versa.

Fernando said...

If Luke Wilson and Paul Reubens had a lovechild.

Greg said...

estiv - Grissom's someone I have a lot of admiration for as well. He was a hard-ass and perfectionist mission commander but those who worked with him loved him.

Peter L. Winkler said...

What a hard luck guy. He wanted to go to the moon but became a charcoal briquet instead.

Tommy O'C said...

R.I.P., Gus. You had the Right Stuff.

Arthur2 said...

Avedon's portrait of Gus in his pressure suit. Scanned from an old New Yorker.