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 #49

Lionel Barrymore, Marie Dressler and Norma Shearer


slyboots2 said...

Love this one soooo much! I watch every movie I can get my hands on with any of these three in it.
Marie classed up Anna Christie to the point of making Garbo watchable!

Brent McKee said...

Hopefully Frederica doesn't frequent this Blog Stephen or you'll be picketed by the Daughters of Naldi for showing a picture of Shearer. Then I'd have to pretend not to know you. ;-)

swac said...

Hey, don't look at me! It was Tom's doing.

But it's always nice to see fellow Canuck Dressler up and about.