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

Let Us Now Praise Famous Men, Women and Children #1

The Martinson family, Ely, Cardiff, Wales, 1954.


marietta said...

i know its late,but if i see this image,i remember our poor kitchen with my mama ,three kids on a sofa,dented,old and dirty .i never never forgot, that back on the sofa liying a bambus vather was a heavy drinker und schlä the middle of this stick insulating tape was a big black.this is the sofa of my childhood.good night,marietta.

marietta said...

P.S. my little brother peter,four years old was a bed-wetter.each morning,wen his little bed was wet,my father go to smash him i will stop these sad things.frohe pfingsten,to all your friends tom,marietta.