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

Sex Education #47


Joan Blondell

I think it's safe to say that Joan is our patron saint around these parts.

7 comments :

Tom Sutpen said...

Hear Hear!!

swac said...

Maybe we should put some sort of image to that effect on the masthead...

Vanwall said...

I second the Motion!

swac said...

Motion carried.

Brent McKee said...

Saw the end of the movie on TCM (yeah Stephen I'm rubbing it in) a few days ago. There can't have been many brassier broads (and I say that with full admiration) than Joan. And My Forgotten Man was a great number, one that probably deserves to be remember up there with We're In The Money. So as much Blondell as you can stomach is fine with me (and maybe just an occassional visit from Kay Fwancis).

Molly said...

and rightly so

Molly said...

and rightly so