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

A Happy Thanksgiving to All-Hour Readers

Original Caption:

Kansas -- Thousands of these white turkeys on the Eugene Helm farm, south of Lansing, wonder what all the fuss is about. People have never been so attentive to them as they have been during the last few weeks, and perfect strangers extend all sorts of kind invitations. Most often heard is: "I'd love to have you for Thanksgiving Dinner." (1954)

1 comment :

marietta said...

Hey,alfons also here ?nice place.last year my good brother was here to are also without luggage ?Hmm,it smells so strong like chestnut.-see you !