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

artifacts #41

The Skull of John Bellingham , the only person to successfully assassinate a British Prime Minister 


Chthulhu said...

The external link needs an "l" at the end:

Steve Shilstone said...

He certainly sports the cliche of English teeth.

Howard Mandel said...

Why is reality so hard to assimilate.

5d5ca7e6-ebe7-11e2-bf61-000bcdcb471e said...

You can tell he was the guy. It's in his eyes.

marietta said...

The grace of a pistol.
the young man standing before the frontdoor.he say to himself "i hate the small black holes in the doors,if you stay outside you cannot look inside,but if you are inside you can have a look like with a wide angel wat all happens outside.the young man put his leather bag to the floor,take little "Smith & Wesson" and shot oneself.
dann began thes terribles times in his life and of her mother.jahrelang independet.there is a bad compilation of dreams from his is a blog also for the yongest pipel,though i will not talk about.marietta.

marietta said...

P.S.sorry , i want saying dependet.

marietta said...

P.S.,i forgot to explain,these short story is wroten by a young man (i know him well).in his darkest time.regards.