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

Home Is Where The Heart Is #11

Mary Martin with daughter, husband and son, Larry Hagman
Mary Martin and family relax at home. Her son, 19 year old Larry Hagman, stands behind her.


marietta said...

Oh,ethel, you remember a long time ago,wenn daddy bring me to my birthday the big ring.Midway the big rabiner and all around the little schiny antisemitisten ?.

marietta said...

Oh,daisy dearest,you remember long time ago wen daddy bring me to my birthday the ring from europa,you know,midway the big rubin and all around the little shiny semitisten.