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

Seminal Image #782

Junior Bonner
(Sam Peckinpah; 1972)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Always the hick soaper, regardless of how fondly I remember the Old Prescott, now so....civilized. It was tedious for, well, any number of years to mention the film in town, as every Jack and Jill had some reputed anecdote of their backyard playing host to McQueen. A whiff of the future drug-store cowboys to come down the pike, as well - "Urban Cowboy" glimmers as the false light in the far distance, a Nashville-ized pabulum for the would-be future shit-kickers who will worship the Hats With No Heads as country examples, weak as water that they end up being. Painful to watch now, in some ways, and if Steve wasn't in it, it wouldn't've been, Peckinpah or no Peckinpah. Give me the "The Reivers", then I'm a happy boy.