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

When Legends . . . Gather?? #632


As a plainly intoxicated Truman Capote and his one-time stalker make the Yuletide gay, we here at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger . . . would like to wish all of our visitors, past, present and future, our greatest good cheer on this Christmas Day, 2011.

5 comments :

Mr DeBakey said...

Merry Xmas to you Mr Sutpen.
And to the rest of the Merry Band.
[Who are all these people? I just can't keep up.]

Steven Augustine said...

I think your naysayers have been definitively rebutted.

Frank Coleman said...

^ What Steven said. ^

mister muleboy said...

I should figure out a better way to say it (Christmas and all), but

I love this goddamned place !

Marshall Stacks said...

oh no they are squashing Andy's daschund.