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

Before and After #254: Bobby Fischer




mister muleboy said...


And though I know it's only with the benefit of hindsight, I can see in the second photo [that is, I read in] hints of what was to come.

Tom Sutpen said...

Frankly, I see hints of it in the 'Before' image as well; and having recently read Frank Brady's biography of Fischer, it would seem that a lot of his truly insane, truly foul neuroses (the hardcore anti-semitism, the bottomless paranoia, etc) accumulated in that brain much earlier than anyone . . . anyone other than those unlucky enough to be closest to him . . . had known. He could keep a lid on it in his late teens more effectively than in his thirties, when he really seemed to go nuts all of a sudden.