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 #160

Imitation of Life
(Douglas Sirk; 1959)


Sam said...
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Sam said...

This has to be one of my favorite films, because of my mom. I remember on a Sunday afternoon sitting there at the age of twevle with my mom watching this soapy melodrama and watching the tears well up in my mother's eyes. When the film ended, we were both in tears and I had to leave the room so she wouldn't see me cry as the film showed a child losing their mother. I prayed that would never happen to me, but it did years later. Sometimes, film does copy real life. Thank you Ross Hunter and Douglas Sirk for making a powerful film.