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

They Were an Item #38

Jean Harlow and William Powell


VP81955 said...

William Powell was an amazing man. One of the great actors of his generation; involved in marriage and/or romance with two of the screen's all-time goddesses (Carole Lombard and Jean Harlow); then living to the ripe old age of 91, spending nearly the final three decades of his life away from the screen. We should all be half as blessed.

zellaby said...

A true gentleman and a real goddess.