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

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Stan Laurel, Walt Disney and Oliver Hardy

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Three pretty hardscrabble existences that proved out on the Studio lots, I'd say, no silver spoons involved. One good thing about H'wood - it could be an ultimate leveler - something the Great War started, in the trenches, but the movies were almost as influential - class distinctions went by the way side if you could make a buck from the flickers, and then that bunkum was shown to millions who took it at sorta face value, even if only on a subliminal level.

BCNU