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

Ray Bradbury dies at 91

To try and sum up the contribution of Ray Bradbury to science fiction/fantasy, television and film in a few lines is an impossible task, so I will direct you to the L.A. Times obituary here, and share with you this bit of whimsy concocted by Bradbury's good friend Stan Freberg as part of his campaign to sell America on the concept of snacking on pitted prunes. It's probably not the way most people will remember Bradbury, which is why it's the perfect way to honour his memory at the Gunslinger.


Howdy said...

Prunes in mini packs and Wall to Wall TV, 2 outta three! Ray was Genius, The Gunslingers tribute equally genius!

swac said...

At least we've got pneumatic tubes on Futurama. We'll get there eventually.

Donavan said...

This is my father's commercial. Ray was a dear friend. He will be missed terribly. This, BTW, is my favorite blog on the internet.