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 #300

The Killing of a Chinese Bookie
(John Cassavetes; 1976)


monsieurblob said...

thats a damn crappy photo o the movie slutpod, you could v chosen the one where gazzara is injured near the end and walking into the street much better than that shitty shit you just chose.

anyway long time i no be here in this shitpile of a blog glad to find out it remains the same fetichistic shitpile as ever and always.


Richard Gibson said...