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

El Cine Del Oro #5

Fantasia Ranchera
(Juan Jose Segura, 1947)

I'm not sure what the hell is going on in this poster...what is she
chewing on? Maybe some mysteries are better left unanswered.


Kerri Rachelle said...

She's chewing on a piece of ripped fabric from her dress, all because she's leaning against some fucking cactus....Maria...YO STUPIDO!

Rob said...

Actually, she's chompin' on some raw peyote cactus!


swac said...

And here I was thinking she'd just bitten out the tongue of some hombre who'd done her wrong.

Tom Sutpen said...

Hmmm. To me it looks like she's tying off some desperate character just below frame.

Either that or her mom is busy down there with a pair of tweezers removing a big splinter from her calf.

That's quite an imagination I gots when I'm sick as a kennel fulla dogs, huh.