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
7 comments:
Old He-Man's certainly a quickdraw for the laxatives
so this is why every man needs a maid.
(sing it, n.young..)
I wonder what Fred Allen felt about being tagged on as an afterthought to THAT.
This guy must have his head up his ass if he needs a laxative to cure a headache.
I've never seen that word,
those words,
"Sal Hepatica" before,
heard them plenty on olde-tyme radio tho'
Very interesting
I'm sure I've heard the name of the product used as a comedian's punchline, but the reference is lost in the mists of memory...
Laxatives, yes.
Now all he needs is viagra.
Post a Comment