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
5 comments:
That horsehoe should be turned upside down - all their good luck had already run out, whether they knew it or not.
I've got We're a Happy Family by the Ramones stuck in my head.
One word for this one - Sad
Those in the photo
Their victims
Sad
Those in the photo "sad"? No. Their victims, yes. Beyond sad.
Sadder still that Charlie beat the gas pellets he so richly deserved.
In all fairness, I don't believe anyone in that photo was directly involved in the Tate/LaBianca snuffs.
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