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

When Legends Gather #167
Great Moments in Marketing #8

Frederic March and Claudette Colbert hawk Coca-Cola


Tim Lucas said...

Fredric March? I thought it was Tom Wolfe!

Tim Lucas said...
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Tom Sutpen said...

With those shoes? Never! I think Wolfe is the only man alive who still wears spats.

By the by, thanks for the kind words you've extended towards this blog in the pages of your own splendid enterprise!

(and if I told you how long I've been reading Video Watchdog we'd both feel extremely old)