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

A Is For Arbus #34

Mildred Dunnock, character actress of stage and screen.
(November, 1964)


Nick Zegarac said...

Fantastic photograph - evocative and marking in its tired desolation behind the eyes.

swac said...

That's Arbus for you...and the wintery setting just seems to bring it out that much further.

SomeNYGuy said...

That's Dunnock for you, you mean. Some actresses are so great they can convey a full-blooded performance in a still photograph.