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

Glenn Ford RIP

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I woke up to the sad news this morning that Glenn Ford had passed away. I offer a small collection of images as a tiny tribute to a man, in screen terms of great stature.

New York Times online obituary
The Independent online obituary

2 comments :

reno said...

Hi there !

Very happy to visit your blog !

Best regards !

Reno

Vanwall said...

I'll miss 'im, he was unlike any other. Even his nicest characters had a tough edge to them. His clipped delivery and screw-you-jack look were noir classics, and nobody could have played it off Hayworth and Mcready like Glenn Ford. His little tidbit the "Superman" film was just a fine example of an old hand at work. He was an all-rounder, that never forgot how he worked his way up, him and Holden, both. I wonder who ended up with Glenn's hat?

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