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

Carlo Ponti Dead at 94

Carlo Ponti (here photographed with his wife, Sophia Loren), who had a hand in producing some of the very best (and some of the worst) Cinema to come out of Europe in the 1950s and '60s, passed away last week at the age of 94.

We here at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger . . . suggest marking the occasion by snagging a copy of De Sica's L'Oro di Napoli, beholding the wonder that was Sophia Loren (particularly in those days) and marvelling at just how lucky some guys can be.

In the meantime, here's an account from (of all places) the Belfast Telegraph


Anonymous said...

Very much enjoyed my time here, wading through your a poet, and an avid reader, I found it both enlightening and enriching.

Thank you...

Anonymous said...

Ponti's eclectic resume resulted in my absolute favorite trash-movie tagline: "Producer Carlo Ponti, who brought you Doctor Zhivago, now brings you... TORSO!" What chutzpah!

The man will be sorely missed.

Richard Gibson said...

Steve -

That is hilarious!