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

The Frame Within the Frame #26

Chosen Survivors (1974)
Chosen Survivors
(Sutton Roley; 1974)

1 comment :

marietta said...

Over the musik.
wenn mama his little boy pict up from kindergarten;on the way home is a beautyful old curch.sometimes the go in to the church,the boy like to hear the also few days before christmas.a student is playing bach,the cymbelstern easily turns.after few minutes he say,that he want to go home now.
we go. short before home he sayd"mama ,i am sad now,but it is a nice sadness.
merry christmas to al and to al kids on this blogg.