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

Housekeeping Matter #19:
Quo Vadis, Hitchcock/Truffaut?

This is just a brief word of assurance (prompted by two inquiring emails I've received in the last week) for those who might be wondering if The Hitchcock/Truffaut Tapes series is kaput.

It's not. I've just been a lazy sod on that front . . . devoting far too much of my energies to a writing commitment that I (finally) completed yesterday . . . and I have no reason for the next entry's delay better (or worse) than that.

At any rate, I make you my solemn pledge that, sometime in the next week, the latest excerpt of that epochal gabfest (whatever number it is) will break upon this blog.

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