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 #366
Great Madmen of the 20th Century #15


Klaus Kinski in
Woyzeck
(Werner Herzog; 1979)

2 comments :

Richard Gibson said...

Madder than a bag of spiders. Did you ever see the film 'My best fiend' by Herzog? I loved that film and the stories of Kinski.

I just watched 'Buddy Buddy' the other night and it was a treat to find him in that too, brought a smile to my face.

Brent McKee said...

As always I am astonished that Nastassja was a product of his loins.