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

When Legends Gather #29

Groucho Marx and Marlene Dietrich
snapped on the lot by Paramount photographer Hyman Fink


Brent McKee said...

Was Groucho the only male in Hollywood who isn't in Dietrich's diaries or her bed? I subjected myself to her daughter's book a few years ago, and besides getting the impression that Marlene would have been right at home in the antebellum South based on the way she treated the kid, I also got the impression that she'd be in bed with just about anyone or anything.

jamison said...

man, they really retouched groucho's beard, didn't they?

what a cool couple they would be--matching shoes, matching pants...

swac said...

Whatever she is...he's (right up) against it.