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 #197


Forty Guns
(Samuel Fuller, 1957)

4 comments :

swac said...

I know it's not the same without the thunder of hoofbeats and swelling music, but damn is this movie ever in Cinemascope.

Out now on DVD...buy one for yourself and five for your friends.

Rob said...

Fever dream western. If only Bab's had a better supporting cast.

BCNU

swac said...

True...although you gotta love Hank Worden. And I don't mind Barry Sullivan. My other choice was that shot of the gorgeous gunsmith down the rifled gun barrel, predating James Bond by a few years.

Rob said...

You're right, I'll take Hank any day. Sullivan's walk-off is also a classic. He was OK in this one.

BCNU