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

The Future is Now #23

Colliers 1952
Colliers Magazine, 1952. Why, oh why, couldn't we have really conquered space in something this truly shit-kicking?!

3 comments :

estiv said...

Rockets with honeycomb-shaped apertures really would have been better.

Tommy O'C said...

The designers of the Stealth bomber must have had this taped to the wall.

Frank Van Haste said...

The amazing art of Chesley Bonestell!