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 #111

(E.A. Dupont; 1929)


swac said...

Seeing Picadilly in 35mm on a huge screen is possibly my most erotic moment of the past five years.

I can hear film buffs thinking, "Lucky..." and everyone else just shaking their heads and thanking their lucky stars.

Rob said...

Hmmm. Can't say the same for me, even if it was on the big screen, altho it would be close. ;-) I hope to find out someday.