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 #596

Allen Ginsberg stands in front of uncollected garbage


Timmy said...

Hi, mister... do you have any candy under that coat for me?

Fred said...

"A man in a trenchcoat/bad job/layed off"

Tom Sutpen said...


Hey, that's not nice.

Funny? That's a different matter entirely.


That's actually 'badge out', thus invoking the specter of corrupt law enforcement (Emile Meyer in 'Sweet Smell of Success').

Fred said...

There's a bathroom on the right. Now scuse me while I kiss this guy.