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

Artists in Action #83

Montgomery Clift stares into space.

1 comment :

Nick Zegarac said...

Clift was a flawed tragic and ultimately too real character to be typecast as the romantic lead. His closet homosexuality aside, the car accident that forever altered that handsome visage did much more to his psychological make up and ultimately shattered his belief in his own virtues. He is truly one of the last great movie stars to emerge from the golden age of Hollywood. If only he were with us today.