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 #79

5 comments :

Timmy said...

A Beatle-burning?
Lawrence Welk show ticket line?
Grand opening of Jack-In The Box in Jersey?

Maureen said...

too early for hippies, they're not even beatniks, what the hell is going on here?

MadHatter said...

It's the annual Thom McAn "Shoe -in"

(crickets chirping)

Christopher said...

.."look like refugees from a Go'rilla LUV-in !..

swac said...

Reminds me of V-E day in Halifax; years ago an elderly man says he remembers Citadel Hill was covered in copulating couples after mobs looted the local liquor stores during the afternoon.