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

Tricky: Scenes from a Life #108

Tricky takes a carefree stroll on the beach (1971)


Robert Fiore said...

See, the trouble is, when you're all alone in the world there's no one to watch your stuff when you want to put on your bathing suit.

Greg said...

Just out of the frame, up ahead, Misty of Chincoteague gallops towards him, mane cascading luxuriously down her back.

"Oh, Misty," he thinks, "how I've missed you."

Christopher said...

..he come up out of the surf..peeled off his wet suit and there he was..The Horror Of Party Beach.

MadHatter said...

Tricky approaches the loinclothed man kneeling on the beach to stop him from screaming,"..You blew it up! Damn you. God damn you all to hell!" at his giant lawn ornament.

Tempest said...

Black dress shoes with black socks for walking on a beach.


This guy was wrapped waaaay too tight.