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 Present Day Composer #59

Gioachino Rossini (1792-1868)


Filmbo said...

Present Day? Who's writing this blog... John McCain? =P

Tom Sutpen said...

All I can say in response is the following:

Check out the other entries in this series, note the similarities, then keep in mind the following relevant quote:

"The present day composer refuses to die"
-- Edgard Varese

Filmbo said...

Just giving you a hard time. Your site is quite invaluable, I just felt like being a little snarky this morning.

Tom Sutpen said...

No need to apologize. I'm so numbed to getting a hard time from our friends in the blogosphere that I no longer have a single illusion which leads me to expect anything else. My only surprise is that you weren't hiding behind a fake name, the way most of the people who snipe at us do.

Worry not, however. In the near future we'll have some news to report here that's guaranteed to put a bloody great big smile on the face of most of our fellow film bloggers (their moment of triumph is at hand).