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 Hitchcock/Truffaut Tapes #21

The principal topic of Part Twenty-One: Vertigo (1958)


Fellow Man said...

Hitchcock seems to have grown foulmouthed over the course of the (days?) it took to soldier through these talks. First it's actors exposing themselves from across the room, then it's Jimmy Stewart and his everyman erections.

I remember a time when Sir Alfred's version of "a dirty story" was that chicken pie joke.

cwmaria08 said...

I absolutely love both Hitchcock and Truffaut, thank you so much for putting these online. =)