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

They Were Collaborators #15

Josef von Sternberg and Marlene Dietrich

(Okay, so sue me. This is the third photo of Josef von Sternberg and Marlene Dietrich to grace this blog since I started it last October and I don't care. There's something about images of these two together that I love. I don't pretend to know what it is . . . other than my being a Sternberg fanatic, perhaps . . . but I'm not going to stop posting them whenever I get the opportunity to do so. You just have to get over it)


swac said...

I have no problem with an overabundance of La Dietrich. If she's with that weird German guy who looks a lot like my high school band conductor, so be it.

Dave B. said...

Bring 'em on! Sternberg is King!

Dietrich is okay, too.