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

Old New York #54

Herald Square (1936)


Tod Brody said...

This is one that would be fun to see in the full-size version (a la Shorpy Historic Photo)...there must be a wealth of wonderful detail hidden in this shot.

Fred said...

The shot looks like it was taken from the platform of the long-gone 6th Avenue L. Now, there is no more L, no more North River Savings Bank and, thankfully, no more cars since Broadway in this area is now closed to traffic.

Greg said...

And no more 6th! Avenue of the Americas... pffft. What the hell kind of stupid name is that anyway?

Fred said...

Greg, that is the ultimate test of whether someone is a real native New Yorker. If you call it anything but 6th Avenue, then you are definitely from out-of-town.

Greg said...

I know and I'm not even native. But I had friends in Brooklyn for years and visited many times on my own. Love New York. Great city.