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
7 comments:
Still a good-looking woman but here the girlishness is gone replaced by that certain asymmetry of age.
Shouldn't this be the "After" shot?
Dear Julie,the harvest. of life leave on`s gentle mark in your face.This not takes from your timeless appealing.
and, once again, Marietta swoops in and says everything that needed saying.
Agreed. Well said, Marietta.
Thank you for the friendly cheers.
Mine the pleasure is. Have an exceptional day.
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