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

When Gunslingers Gather #1


Frank Coleman and Stephen Cooke take Manhattan.

8 comments :

Greg F. said...

When Gunslingers Gather #2 has a hell of a hard act to follow.

mister muleboy said...

A snatch of dialogue comes to mind:


Lighten up, Francis.





;-)


Good to see you were able to cross the streams and not find all life as we know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in our bodies exploding at the speed of light. You know, total protonic reversal. . . .

mister muleboy said...

The shot of Frank and Stephen must have triggered a weird Harold Ramis fixation. Sorry.

mister muleboy said...

Greg: You and I do both hover around the AFI Silver, but I try to do so only under cover of darkness. My hideous visage should not grace these fine virtual pages.

Frank Coleman said...

This is New York City. I *am* smiling.

swac said...

It's just weird to see someone in NY actually wearing an I ♥ NY T-shirt.

Frank Coleman said...

Gotta be a tourist.

I, on the other hand, am wearing a ROBOT MONSTER t-shirt. Just to balance things out, ya know.

swac said...

I figured as much (re: the tourist). My shirt says "GOD SAVE THE KINKS", probably because nobody else will.