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 #3


Original Caption:

Bread Lines in the '70's

St. Louis -- St. Louis residents queue up at one of the city's food stamp distribution centers. The long lines are caused by a number of factors, including the closing of city offices for Columbus Day; some 9,000 United Auto Workers union members out on strike, and the short 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. hours of the center. (1970)

2 comments :

Max Frost said...

The Godfather of Soul, second from left, waits for some food stamps.

erina said...

The only reference I can find to a Roosevelt Theatre in St. Louis was on North Leffingwell Ave. Is this correct? I'm trying to place the location of this photograph,