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 #315

Sean Connery plays bar billiards (1962)


mannorak said...

Not pool - rather bar billiards, a traditional British pub game now sadly almost extinct (at least in major cities).


swac said... those things squirt poison gas or lasers?

Vanwall said...

Isn't this one of those forced perspective shots form "Darby O'Gill"?

Cinebeats said...

Thanks for the correction mannorak! Clearly I shouldn't be posting images after midnight.

Vanwall said...

You're not hanging around in bars enough, there's a good girl. A betting man's favorite, I played it once in a pub on the way to Donington Park, and even tho I practically grew up with a cue stick in one hand and sleeping on the pool table at home, it was much trickier than it looked, just like real billiards. Played real fast tho, so having a pint after each round was not recommended if I was to make it to the museum in any condition to appreciate the Vanwalls, so I left sharpish, poorer but wiser.