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

When Legends Gather #88

Cecil B. DeMille, D.W. Griffith and Mack Sennett


swac said...

Now that's a power trio.

Vanwall said...

They say that parallel development would produce pretty much the same results in any human endeavour, but these three are essentially the nascent motion picture business's practical thinkers, able to transfer to the screen each one's own vision - and in as influential a way a possible.

Sadly, we still watch what are basically the visions of these same three, and a precious few others from that period, over and over in slightly modified forms and plots, which only shows how frighteningly certain they were.