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

Before the Age of Multiplexes #20


The Cameo Moulin, London.

3 comments :

Wellwynder said...

This brought back some vivid memories, not of the Cameo Moulin, but of the Nosh Bar next door, a tiny cafe which served the best salt beef sandwiches in London, but was also renowned for its ancient and fabulously discourteous waiters.

Greg said...

I'm really craving a salt beef sandwich and a pint right now. Thanks a lot!

Peter Nellhaus said...

The Queer, the erotic, the sadist? Something for everyone, I'd say.