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

So Loathsome I Could Cry #12

Joseph McCarthy


Tom Sutpen said...

I dunno. Anyone who can get every institution in America to turn on him en masse can't be all bad, can he?

swac said...

It's a rare gift, to be sure.

Richard said...

The sad, frightening thought about all those institutions might be: What were they all waiting for?

Robert Fiore said...

What were they waiting for? Simple -- they were waiting for him to go too far. I.e., fucking with the Army. The countless people he'd bullied and could not strike back because they were intimidated were no longer held in check, and they went for his now defenseless throat. Sic temper sons of bitches.