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
7 comments:
Nothing says happy like a cigarette holder at a jaunty angle.
I would cut a bitch for her shoes.
Featuring the winner of that year's Mel Torme lookalike contest.
don't squeeze the Charmin
Great, now I'll be humming the Partridge Family theme song all day.
She won't take his love for tender.
Just noticed that she's holding her arms at the same angle as the figure on the crucifix in the image just below. Coincidence? Or chariots of the gods?
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