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
12 comments:
So many wonderful images, so full of life.
Makes me want to put on a Pat Boone record and a pair of saddle shoes.
I see myself in many of those images. Memories, most good, some not so good (the kids in wheelchairs -- polio victims?).
Thanks for the reminders of a different time.
Hi tom, this is a wunderbare
compilation of so many different
childs,liked very very much.great work, thanks for sharing this,thank you tom,marietta.
The kid with the plastic guitar or uke in Photo 7 was too cool for words. Wonder what he became? Great shots, Tom. Thanks.
For some reason the kid in the first desk in picture #1 reminds me of Billy Mumy from "Lost In Space."
Whatever that reason may be, you weren't the only one, Brent.
I confess it was fully intentional on my part . . . though I was thinking more in terms of the pint-sized sociopath Mumy essayed in the 'Twilight Zone' episode, 'It's a Good Life.'
I thought it a particularly apt lead-in for what I also confess is a series of photos I saw more troubling undercurrents in than all y'all have.
For what it's worth, the shots with the rifles and guns reminded me that Vietnam would be just around the corner for many of these kids.
The little cute boy on the horse by the hairdresser,love him.
And also the little proud lambretta-or vespa-driver.
Good eye, Marietta, it's a late '50s Lambretta ID, which I would love to own myself (I have a Vespa scooter myself, but nothing super-vintage).
Hi swac thanks for the cheers.
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