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

They Were an Item #141

Jacqueline and Aristotle Onassis


WillyC said...

I wonder what she saw in him:)

John said...

"I wonder what she saw in him:)"

His happy-go-lucky sense of humor?

estiv said...

From what I've read, he'd been chasing her for years after JFK died and she'd always said no. Then Bobby was murdered and she said yes, feeling she needed some sort of haven to escape the world's madness. Didn't work.

Brent McKee said...

The cynic in me thinks that he promised to keep her in a style that she wanted to become accustomed to. There were always stories about how JFK wanted to rein in her spending.

MiC rockit said...

I can not forget that, when JFK was shot she ran in the opposite direction (yes it was a car but…): not the sign of true love!