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

Politicians in Action #63


Original Caption:
(June 03, 1954) Tennessee Senator Albert Gore Sr. and his son Al Gore Jr., the latter holding his new bow and arrow, in their room at Washington's Fairfax Hotel.

5 comments :

chris said...

They don't seem to have a lot of fun.

Greg said...

He's aiming for that lock box just outside the camera's view.

JonCow said...

Um, isn't the target on the wall behind him?

Robert Fiore said...

Practicing to be a wooden Indian.

I'll be here all week, ladies and gentlemen.

Peter Nellhaus said...

Didn't Al, Jr. bag Tipper with a bow and arrow?