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

When Legends Gather #589

Janet Flanner and Ernest Hemingway


justjack said...

Here's the dumb thing I notice: the saucers on the table, which in Hemingway's stories were always what the waiters used to calculate your tab. And over on the right, is that the water for pouring into your absinthe?

Tom Sutpen said...

I think that's the vino Papa is drinkin' (looks the same color, far as I can tell). Genet seems to be guzzling the Absinthe on her own.

twister said...

She's a manly looking woman, especially here, in this frozen moment in time.

Tommy O'C said...

To echo the comment, and meaning no disrespect, she does look manlier than Papa. BTW, is he reviewing the Overlord plans?

mndean said...

After reading her dispatches during WWII, I'd say she may well have been tougher than Papa Hemingway, too.