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 Art of Cinema #312

The Wild Party
(Dorothy Arzner; 1929)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

You coulda knocked me over with a feather yesterday at work - a co-worker started an earnest discussion about "that Clara" girl from the old movie days. It was slow, the bosses were out, so what the hell, we surfed the net for a while so he could see what "It" was, and why Ms. Bow hadda lot of it. I threw in Louise Brooks, and a few other tidbits as well, and he remarked that the bob was making a comeback, "like her's", and now he realized what kind of potential it had. I realized how long I'd been watching film seriously, and how long he hadn't.