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 City: St. Louis #2

Original Caption:

St. Louis -- Giving the stretched-arm salute, forty-two Nazis were jeered and pelted with snowballs as they rode a flatbed truck through a White neighborhood shouting "White power." The Nazis had planned to march through the neighborhood, then hold a rally, but apparently changed their minds and stayed on the truck because of the large crowd of onlookers (1978)


Ookla the Mok said...

Coincidence you post it the day Robert Byrd dies?

Tom Sutpen said...

Yes, 'tis purest coincidence. I scheduled this post about 48 hours ago.

Fred said...

I hate Illinois Nazis! (And yes, I know St. Louis is in Missouri, but...)