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 #175

Le Notti bianche
(White Nights)
(Luchino Visconti; 1957)


Rob said...

This is the kind of movie Stephen was alluding to spiking into my brain. It's dreamlike beauty is forever. Why aren't movies like this anymore? Yum.


Tom Sutpen said...

Visconti didn't even make movies like this after Il Gattopardo (he made a feeble attempt to recreate the moonlit passions of Le Notte bianche in a few sequences of Ludwig, but it ended up the palest of retreads), so I'm not surprised no one else was able to accomplish it.