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

Artists in Action #268


Tallulah Bankhead commandeers two of New York's finest

5 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Commandeers? Oh is that what they called it back then. That one cop certainly looks pretty happy about being "commandeered."

Vanwall said...

Ah, a photo op - everyone knows she was really waiting for the strip-search by Sergeant Mary.

Tom Sutpen said...

Yikes, Rob! I'm just picturing Tallulah being (wo)manhandled by some big Hope Emerson-type matron.

(shudder)

I'll say this though . . . she woulda owned Women's Lockup in half an hour.

Brent McKee said...

From what I hear, Tallulah wasn't overly choosy about that sort of thing. She seems to have drawn the line at farm animals though.

Vanwall said...

I loved Hope - she was the best tough broad ever. In "Cry of the City" she answers a door at night in one of the best shots I ever saw. BTW, did they know each other? Coulda happened.