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

Housekeeping Matter #15:
Quo Vadis the Updates, Baby?

Just thought I'd set down a few words of apology to our regular visitors for the general absence of new content the last week or so. You see, I've been staring down the barrel of a writing deadline for the last couple of weeks, and . . . deadlines are simply not my friend. Consequently, I've had little time for anything more than errant, perfunctory additions.

But fret not, dear visitors. Once I've delivered of myself this latest masterwork in the canon of film lterature, a regular stream of wonders (including more Hitchcock/Truffaut installments) will issue forth from these pages.

Until then, I thank thee for thy patience.



Vanwall said...

What's more important, eating or blogging? ;-) I've been bedeviled by real life lately, as well, I sympathise. We, your loyal posse, await more quirky bloggery.


swac said...

Eating is overrated.

Me, I'm just getting over a case of strep throat, which has killed my enthusiasm for doing just about anything this past week.