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

L is for Lange #11
Twilight of the Dreamboats #45

U.S. Highway #40, California (1956)


MichaelRyerson said...

Hard to believe but this is in my lifetime. I was twelve years old in 1956 and well remember family vacations to Yosemite and driving up through the San Joaquin Valley or going up the coast to Santa Barbara and seeing along the way the rows of tiny pre-war shacks ajacent to the fields with beat-up cars and trucks parked nearby. Of course, it had always been thus in my short life and I didn't see nor understand what it meant. Outrageous that we have allowed this kind of poverty to creep back into this country. Shameful.

marietta said...

All models free house.optional with
parking sensors.nice sunday,