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 #127

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The Producers
(Mel Brooks; 1968)

1 comment :

Rob said...

"Hold me, Touch me!" Estelle Winwood of all people. Zero and Gene's finest hour. I saw it in a theater with a bunch of my subversive friends at first release, and our jaws literally dropped and we laughed so hard it hurt. And was Lee Meredith a jaw-dropping site by herself! I still tell new visitors to the house, "White, White, White, is the color of our carpet!" Then Chris and I look at each other and grin.
Many years ago, B4 it was even commercially available on tape, my youngest son memorized the first line or so from "Springtime For Hitler" after I had it on the Beta, and imagine my wife's surprise when he broke out in song with it in the middle of the supermarket. Many Strange Looks. Very hard to explain that one.

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