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 World of Jacon Riis #13


Baby's Playground (1890)

4 comments :

la peregrina said...

Shades of The Yellow Kid!

marietta said...

My dear little,my heart will broken,wenn i see you so lonesome and small .come with me,i pik you up.i will keep you warm in my arms,i will comfort you.lets go to the funfaire,i will show you the colored karussels with the cute shatlandponys,by each step many bells are ringing.we want to feed them with red appels.also i will give you a big mountain candyfloss in pink.later on,we go to me to a wunderbares open heart fire.i bring you a bog cup of hot schokolade and cookies.now its late and i will bring you to a smoothy warm bed,dream on baby,
the birthday of jesus coming soon.
marietta.

Timmy said...

This is the way... to raise all children. Not with poluted toys, nor sweetie-pie talk.

marietta said...

Thanks timmy for the cheers,nice christmas time for you and all the gunslingers,marietta.