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

A Is for Arbus #55

Nevertheless, God Probably Loves Mrs. Murray. Yeah, But It's One Nation Under Nothing Says She, With Honesty, Honest, Honest For All. Madalyn Murray Wears No Girdle.
(Esquire, Oct. 1964)


estiv said...

Arbus really was an artist. The way the dress and the wallpaper seem to blend into each other is no accident. Sad to think that photographer and subject both died miserably.

marietta said...

I know its a littel bit late,aber ich wollte dir nur sagen,dass ich mich dir und deiner arbeit auf eigenartige weise verbunden fühle, ein grosses verständnis und absolute anerkennung deiner kunst habe diane,marietta, RIP.

swac said...

Babelfish translation: I know its A littel bits late, but I wanted to only say that I feel connected on strange wise you and your work, a large understanding and an absolute acknowledgment of your art to you has DIANE, marietta, RIP.

marietta said...

hi swac,thanks for the friendly translatation.sometimes things are hard to translation in a other language,all best marietta.