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

Great Moments in Moxie #25

Baseball-loving night owls gather around a Moxie stand at New York City's Polo Grounds the night before the first game of the 1913 World Series between the Giants and the Philadelphia Athletics.

(Image courtesy the fine folks at January's Blog of the Month, Shorpy Historical Photo Archive. You can see the high-res version here.)

1 comment :

Brent McKee said...

That Series would turn out to be a disappointment for the Giants fans. They lost four games to one. I wonder if they sold Moxie in Philadelphia. That could explain a lot.