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

Seminal Image #43

Sweet Smell of Success (Alexander Mackendrick; 1957)


Ivan G. said...

"I like Harry, but I can't deny he sweats a little." I have no idea why I love that line, but it always makes me laugh out loud.

Tom Sutpen said...

"Harvey, I often wish I were deaf and wore a hearing aid, so I could shut out the greedy murmurs of little men."

"Mr. Falco, who I did not invite to sit at this table, is a hungry press agent; and fully up to all the tricks of his very slimy trade. Match me, Sidney."

Tom Sutpen said...

If that screenplay isn't the high point of Clifford Odets' career in Hollywood, I truly don't know what is.