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 #104


The Plastic Age
(Wesley Ruggles; 1925)

3 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Mmmm. Clara. My favourite silent screen crush, Louise Brooks (and Edna Purviance, and Mabel Normand) notwithstanding.

swac said...

Nice to see someone else give it up for Edna. I think she was dreamy. Then again, I was watching Chaplin shorts on after school TV around the same time I discovered Emma Peel, so I blame the onrush of youthful hormones.

Not that there's anything wrong with that...beats Pamela Anderson or whoever the hot mindless cheescake is these days.

Rob said...

As much as I love Brooksie, Clara had a physicallity about her sex appeal that is unmatched. Even when she was hamming it up, it jumped right outta her skin at the tiniest movement. Amazing. Plastic Age contains one her best "looks" - her hair was perfect for her face in this one.

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