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 #451

Massacro al Grande Canyon
(Massacre at Grand Canyon)
(Sergio Corbucci; 1965)


swac said...

Hey Tom, do you have this on DVD?

Vanwall said...

Growing up in the real Southwest, and I don't mean Texas, (which is kinda mid-western, bein' a Zonie and all), I have ambivalent feelings for Italian Westerns - they had a nice feel for the adult and terrifying absolutism of the desert food chain, human and animal alike, something H'wood was afraid of showing, but they visually looked so much like bad versions their various western fumetti, it was hard for me to suspend my disbelief - especially when a train was involved in the scenes. "Don't look right", is often the first thought in my head when I see these films, but I've learned to view them as a reality onto themselves, a reality that is certainly enjoyable on its own merits. I'll take Django, on this plate, please.