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

The Art of Cinema #5

The 7th Victim (Mark Robson; 1943)


jomama said...

Love your blog title.

I can't argue with it.

Tom Sutpen said...

Thank you!. I really can't take credit for, though.

It's the title of an old Charles Mingus composition.

He, along with Tom Wolfe and Lina Wertmuller, always came up with the best long titles for their works(my favorite Mingus title is "The Shoes of the Fisherman's Wife Are Some Jive-ass Slippers").

Nobody, but nobody, comes up with stuff like that nowadays.

Maya said...

Tom, I am meandering through your sidebar Art of Cinema and am, of course, just downright amazed at these wondrous images you've been providing for years. This one's close to my heart just because I love Lewton so much and I've never seen this poster. Guess I'll have to do a Lewton aftershock over at The Evening Class.