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 #16


Norman Lindsay

"Three important things about Australia: Kangaroos, Melba and Norman Lindsay. A great artist — Lindsay — leaning towards the fantastic and diabolical. His head was suggestive of an early Roman. When he came over a number of years ago he wanted to have a show of his wonderful watercolors and couldn't get a gallery. I was delighted to get one for him and a date for his show, and wrote him accordingly. He simply never replied. These irresponsible artists! He's probably back Down Under — maybe the Daisies."

(I'll send this one out to my dear Jordanna, who grew up reading Norman Lindsay's beloved — and slightly twisted — 1918 children's book The Magic Pudding. You can read it for yourself at Project Gutenberg, although it loses something without Lindsay's charming illustrations.)

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