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

Unwanted Image #11


An excised scene from Mr. Arkadin
(Orson Welles; 1954)

2 comments :

DaydreamSupercollider said...

A quick glance and I thought that was Monty Clift...I've never seen this film.

swac said...

Highly entertaining...Welles disowned the film after his producer kicked him out of the editing room, but a fascinating film nonetheless. An endless series of scenes of Welles referencing his own career, with a title character that's equal parts Kane and Lime (and maybe a bit of Lear) with a Journey Into Fear menagerie of grotesques and Welles appearance seemingly a mix of Falstaff, Poseidon and Santa Claus. And lead actress/fiance whose every move and nuance is controlled by the man behind the camera.