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
4 comments:
Wen the little boy arrived from his daddy in münchen back to his mother,(divorsed)in hamburg,mammy pict him up from airport hamburg.by the first fly mammy remember the stewardes,bringing the boy to waiting mama and tell, that the boy may in captains cabin.he ask the captain,:" sir,isw this a Fokker-friendship,or is this a Fokker-fellowship?"
Had one of those in 1968 just before I left for my first tour.... Wonder what happened to it. Remember thinking the gunner would need new fingers....
Marietta, you've done it again.
Hallo,MichaelRyerson,otherwise each time i do this,i get be purnished.(with the cute little litterbox)nice long weekend,marietta.
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