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 #48

182 John St and Broadway
John St and Broadway (1942)


P-E Fronning said...


dougsamu said...

That. Is. A. Gorgeous. Building.

Greg said...

I'll take Fanny Farmer and an automat over Easy Spirit and a Burger King any day of the week. But at least they kept the architecture. Full credit for not going the demolition route.

Mrrspidey said...

Never got to experience an automat. They looked like so much fun in the movies -- And, I love those buildings, too.

Fred said...

I was just down there the last two days and I really could have used some Fanny Farmer.