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

Alida Valli Dead at 85

Alida Valli, who possessed the too-often separate graces of extraordinary beauty and extraordinary talent, passed away in Rome on Saturday at the age of 85. I could have used images from a dozen or more films to mark this occasion (not the least of which being the iconic final scene of Reed's The Third Man; which you'll find in a preceding post), but this image from Luchino Visconti's Senso will more than suffice for that purpose.

Here is the Obituary from today's New York Times.


Bob Keser said...


Vanwall said...

Ah, the world is a less lovely place today! :(
She could be a real cold bitch, too - "Il Grido", with the great Steve Cochran, showed her acting abilities weren't limited in any way. One of the greatest female stars of all time, IMHO.


erik hogstrom said...

She could play "spooky," too.
Suspiria, anyone?