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

They Were Collaborators #657

Eric Sykes, Hattie Jacques and Harry Secombe


Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...

Oh, Hat!

estiv said...

Neddie Seagoon I know. Now I need to learn more about the other two. Thanks.

parallaxview said...

Apropos of very little - when ever Hattie Jacques crops up I remember an interview where her weight-management was discussed: she said that she contained her need to eat by not swallowing - she would sit on the sofa watching TV eating oranges and spitting the masticated flesh into a waste-bin that she kept in the lounge room.

You can see why this image has never left the confines of my memory file...