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

Seminal Image #597

Barry Lyndon
(Stanley Kubrick; 1975)


King of Wasted Gifts said...

Perhaps the most evocative sad-but-subtle scene in all of Kubrick's pantheon of masterworks.

When I look upon this scene--and what the Master has brought us through in Barry Lyndon to bring us to this point--I wish to heave a sigh. Not only for Barry himself, but also Lady Lyndon. Even Lord Bullingdon appears regretful.

Wonderful Ray said...

One of the most gorgeous films I've ever seen. Just about any single frame could hang in a museum.