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
2 comments:
I LOVE Clara Bow! Today is MY day on your site- you make me happy! And sadly, she's probably battling her own demons, and it was too sad to bear. But here's to Clara! She would've cranked out one of her lopsided sad-eyed smiles, and soldiered on.
I love that graphic of her name, filled up with tiny Clara heads. (I think if you click on it, can see it larger.) I need that on a t-shirt.
It's true, her rise to fame and rapid decline all happened in such a short time, yet she amassed a substantial body of work in that time. I wish they could crank out films like they used to, the hit-or-miss ratio would probably be a little more inspiring.
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