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 #17


Orpheus awaits the next round

13 comments :

Ana said...

This blog always has the greatest pictures.

nestmeister said...

Now there stands a man dreaming of throwing himself off his motorcycle...

H. P. L. said...

I have hair like Bob Dylan. That is, if I could afford to grow it to that lenght.

tipota said...

this is one picture of dylan i have never seen. excellent, it immediately seemed like the back corner of the staten island ferry but it could be a balcony. thanks!

Peter DuCharme said...

Please don't let this become a GAP ad.

Timmy said...

I wonder if ANY person of fame had ever thrown themselves off a roof...

ilovetrash said...

Marie Osmond's son commits suicide, Jumps off roof of downtown Los Angeles building

{this is, like, a week ago.
i could find better--
i keep thinking
unica zurn
june miller
hart crane
[all jumpers, but
different jumpers]
but something about marie osmond's son just
WORKS.
plus, it IS a roof.}

been a weedkiller drinkin week here at nowhere {but still woebegone} anyway.

Bipolar Bear Exhibit said...

Well.. Spalding Gray threw himself off the Statin Island ferry....

Timmy said...

Marie's son must have felt betrayed by his mother, after his uncle, Donnie won Dancing With The Stars & she didn't. But, her son wasn't famous. So, it's a non-famous person. Doesn't count.

estiv said...

Not to be overly snide, but when I see this skinny skinny body and lifeless expression the phrase that comes to mind is the wages of meth. Fortunately he was off it soon after and in any event apparently never used a needle.

marietta said...

Hi ilovetrash,so i think about Sylvia Plath,one of my faforite poets.She is not jumping,but her ende was so dreadful,her estate somtimes so wonderful.

Patrick Ciccone said...

Is he at Griffith observatory?

Tom Sutpen said...

I don't know where this was taken, but if I had to guess it's probably somewhere in the UK, during his 1966 World Tour. Cameramen were all over him for those weeks.

Wherever it was taken, it certainly looks like a man who's ready for the first halfway decent excuse to disappear for a while.