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

Old New York #46


Washington Square (1939)

6 comments :

mister muleboy said...

I still travel ten times a year, eight hours roundtrip, to buy photos and artwork there.

Gahd I love it

Ookla the Mok said...

I'm pleased to share this home video from 1940 of the art show -- in color, no less! Nice to give something to a site that gives so much to me.

Christopher said...

do I see a Portrait of Jennie hanging up in there?...

justjack said...

Looka the way those guys wear their hats. They fit. They look natural. They belong on their heads.

I see the odd way the hats are perched on top of the actors' heads in movies like Shutter Island or Public Enemies. They don't look right at all. Why is it so hard to get the hat to look right?

Maureen said...

That'd actually be either Thompson or Sullivan on the south side of the Square. Gobbled up by the NYU complex now.

The All-Seeing Eye, Jr. said...

I like the wiseguys making book on the art, at left.