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 #137

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Die Büchse der Pandora
(Pandora's Box) (G.W. Pabst; 1929)


Rob said...

Pabst really was a`genius - not only a master of scene, but he chose Louise Brooks and got one of the most sensual performances of all time. And not only did Louise have that beautiful neck, but her shoulders were damn fine. She could excite eunuchal things, like trees and rocks, I bet.


Brent McKee said...

Because you can never have too much of Louise Brooks, although Hollywood never agreed with this assessment, more's the pity.

Oh, and BCNU, somewhere in Stephen & Tom's archives is photogreaphic proof that Louise's other bits were as damn fine as her neck and shoulders.

swac said...

I've said it before and I'll say it again: in her prime, Louise Brooks was the most beautiful woman of the past century.

Denuve, Maggie Cheung and Dorothy Dandridge can duke it out for second place.