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

They Were Collaborators #173


David Lean and Sam Spiegel

1 comment :

Nick Zegarac said...

Ah yes, two of the great legends of post war American cinema. Lean was a true master. Such a shame that his later career was relegated to merely the creator of such blockbusters as Lawrence of Arabia and Doctor Zhivago. Not that he didn't justly deserve that honor, only it sort of side swiped him into directing Ryan's Daughter (a simple lover's triangle) on a scale and scope as though ever nuance were a prelude to the second coming.

I've always thought that Lean's final work "A Passage to India" was sadly overlooked by audiences and - of course - the Academy...though the latter's acknowledgment on any scale is hardly the measure of true greatness.