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 #180

Baisers volés
(Stolen Kisses)
(François Truffaut; 1968)

1 comment :

Richard Gibson said...

I love this film Tom. This is a great image from it. I always liked the scene where he stands in front of the mirror repeating "Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel, Antoine Doinel...." as fast as he can.

I caught the end of 'Fahrenheit 451' just last Sunday again. It was filmed near to where I live, well part of it was as there are only a few external scenes. I used to drive past that every day on my way to my previous job. It was a 'new' London suburb and looked quite futuristic at the time.