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

Twilight of the Dreamboats #35


Memphis, TN (1950)

6 comments :

MichaelRyerson said...

Gee, I don't suppose he had air bags. Nah, probably not.

Christopher said...

now HOW in the heck did y'all arrange that??

Tommy O'C said...

An early prototype of the Auto Train.

marietta said...

Two giants standing in the Alpen,and watcht the agile cartreffic.say the one:"Hmmmmmmmm,from the outside the are a little bit dure and crisp,but inside wonderful warm and smooth".

MichaelRyerson said...

Marietta, Always enjoy your comments, this one more than most.

marietta said...

Hi MichaelRyerson.thanks for the kind compliment in tis wonderful blog,it makes fun,to read the own commentar,thanks to Tom & Co.The foto in the internet is not my Portrait.