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 #800

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Les Quatre Cent Coups (The 400 Blows)
(François Truffaut; 1959)

2 comments :

Prisamata said...

lately this blog is cojonudo, guys!!!

Mr DeBakey said...

I now regularly use this blog for ideas for things to
-read
-watch
-listen to

Bought the soundtrack for the '57 CBS Jazz special,
I just returned a Juliette Greco album to the library,
and, this past weekend enjoyed Point Blank.

I'd say that Mr Boorman had been watching the Cahiers du cinéma boys before he made Point Blank.

The editing, the editing...