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 #345

Buster Keaton Rides Again
(John Spotton; 1965)

1 comment :

swac said...

This could also be an Adventure in Canadian Filmmaking!

The great thing about this was taken at Lawrencetown Beach, which is about 20 minutes from where I grew up (and where my parents still live).

When I saw the National Film Board's The Railrodder, I had my suspicions that that was where Buster walks out of the surf at the start, but when I saw Buster Keaton Rides Again (a terrific making-of doc) it was quite clearly Lawrencetown Beach, and I later found stories about Keaton's visit in the newspaper microfilm.

BTW...that's where I'm going to have my ashes scattered.