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

The Art of Cinema #274

Scarface: The Shame of the Nation
(Howard Hawks; 1932)


Tim said...

Just a note of well wishes for the coming year. I also want to stop for a moment to say that I love and promote this blog to all that ears to hear.
For those that don't stp by, they are missing a real gem.

Tom Sutpen said...


Thank you very much for that. It's always good to receive positive feedback; doubly so when it's as positive as this. Have a great New Year!