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

Jesters of the Republic #52


Bob Newhart

2 comments :

Frank Coleman said...

I've had more than one person tell me I talk like this guy. I do love him, grew up on him, and am a devotee of the deadpan, so maybe there's something subliminal going on...

Could be worse.

Could be Gilbert Gottfried.

mister muleboy said...

AF - LAAACCCCCHHHHHKK

You know, it's gotta be hard to go around every day sounding like Gilbert.

More scary: thinking like Gilbert.

I enthusiastically recommend Newhart's autobiography. It's a slight volume of piecemeal recollections, but he writes funny.

More important: thinking funny.