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 Friends of Flagg #3

John Drew

" 'Uncle John' Drew was a stage institution of his day; but he said he felt the height of success was having a five cent cigar named for him. His ability, his humor, his charm, urbanity, and sartorical perfection made him tops. I used to twit him about falling asleep when he was sitting for his portrait. This he indignantly denied, saying, 'And you, you gave me a purple eyebrow!' "

1 comment :

swac said...

The word "sartorical" is Flagg's, and given the image, it fits perfectly.