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

This Week's Weegee #76

6 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Hedda in one of her more sedate chapeaus.

Steve Shilstone said...

Mermaid flukes?

marietta said...

Oh no,darling he bring for you cinchilla from paris?no problem dear,it goes away by penicillion.

David said...

I dont care what HCB may be thinking, this is the decisive moment

marietta said...

Hi Tommy,is this not wunderbar?wenn my man,yours uncle grady daed,i take to his remember his lower dentur above by my mouth.can you see it works.

DickGreenleaf said...

I know it's Hedda but here she looks more like Martha Raye.