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
3 comments:
Poor horse.
I wish I knew how exactly someone figured all this out in the first place. Was there an alphabet just lying around one day and when the farmer said, "Hey, where'd I put my keys," the horse typed out, "In the back of the stable, dumbass."
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Lady Wonder
Go right to the source and ask the horse
She'll give you the answer that you'll endorse.
She's always on a steady course.
Talk to Lady Wonder
(With apologies to Mr. Ed.)
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