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 #378

Kiss Me Deadly
(Robert Aldrich; 1955)


swac said...

Funny...I'll be watching this tomorrow as part of a day-long film noir couchfest.

Oddly enough, this wasn't my idea...but how could I say no?

Vanwall said...

I hate Spillane's writing, it just overloads with crappy comic-book level tripe, which strangely enough, was really where he developed his "style" when he was writing the text filler under the old Postal Rate rules. This movie is much better than his books, that's a fact.


swac said...

The Meeker shall inherit the Earth.