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 #47

Fulton Street (1941)


Tommy O'C said...

There's a web site with photos of the Seaport area back in the day. It would all be landmark turf now--I think. Old New York. Lost New York.

Fred said...

I can smell the fish guts just looking at this picture. May not look the same today, but it sure smells the same.

Joe non Papa said...

Actually, a fair number of the buildings in this photo still exist. The buildings on the block in the right center all still exist. (The building with the reddish awning is now a Best Western!) The little low grey building in the next block back was once known as the oldest building in New York (demolished in the 50s for a post office).