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

Where the Boys Are #1

Clint Eastwood (1956)


SomeNYGuy said...

One can almost hear Henry Willson climaxing on the other end of the line.

Tom Sutpen said...

Cripes, was every male starlet under contract to Universal-International required to do these kinds of photo shoots?

It's sheer exploitation, I tell you!

swac said...

I tell ya, he was born to play the lab assistant in Revenge of the Creature!

Cinebeats said...

I think that's me you're hearing SomeNYGuy!

Pop Feminist said...

Oh Clint, must you insist on reinforcing my heterosexuality?

thisbandofbrothers said...

Hello! Mitt?

Boy, have I got an idea for you!