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

Artists in Action #579

Joan has arrived
Joan arrives. It's time to party!

8 comments :

estiv said...

That's the Joan I first became aware of. She wasn't trying to be scary, but she was.

Maureen said...

Grandma, what big eyes and teeth you have.

Jckinnick said...

Joan who? Looks like a man baby!

normadesmond said...

joan in action, a thing of beauty....whether throwing a stole of her formidable shoulder or chopping down a tree at 3AM because she was pissed at someone.

Richard said...

Seperated at Birth from Bat Boy?
http://chrisnavin.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/batboy.gif

jim smith said...

Scary, indeed. What catches my eye is that Morosco Theatre price board behind her. Seats $4 or less. Sheesh!

That was the 1955 opening night of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof."

Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...

That reminds me...we're out of Pepsi.

twister said...

Looking at this image and I think that perhaps, it's likely that Joan and all her friends were intimate with Dr. Feelgood and his liberal prescription policies.