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

The Heretofore Unmentioned #132

Jim Henson


Hob said...

This is a great picture. Henson and his muppets deserve a series of their own.

Thanks for the great work, again.

mister muleboy said...

Henson and his muppets deserve a series of their own.

Um, I though that they already had at least one, from 1976 to 1981.

I kid. And I couldn't agree more about a series on Henson. . . .

Richard said...

Terrific photo. Even as we look at a shot of Jim Henson facing his own arm encased in a decorated felt sleeve, we see instead a picture of him regarding a friend. Where, the existential question might go, does one end and the other begin?

I am reminded of an old buddy of mine, Dwight Dunaway, from my San Diego days of ‘76-’78 who counted among his talents as a graphic artist and magician those of a puppeteer as well. I remember often his ability (if not outright tendency) to conduct conversations with me in tandem with his puppet and how common it was for the puppet to say or do something that seemed to surprise us both. A Suitable Case for Treatment, perhaps, but a friend who is sorely missed.