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

Cyd Charisse dies at 86


She danced with--and stole the scenes from--Astaire and Kelly, she acted for Minnelli and Ray (and Karlson), and she moved across the screen with the fluidity of liquid satin. We hear at If Charlie Parker deeply mourn the loss of the former Ms. Tula Ellice Finklea.

The Los Angeles Times obituary for Cyd Charisse can be read here.

4 comments :

Vanwall said...

The legs, the legs! My God, the legs!

SomeNYGuy said...

"Baby, you knock me out!"

VP81955 said...

But it wasn't just the legs, long and lovely as they were; it was what she did with them.

"Beautiful dynamite," indeed.

Kreisler said...

No, not just the legs - when given the chance, as in 'Party Girl', she could bring the noir as an actress if required