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

Jesters of the Republic #6

Harry Langdon


R.H. said...

Harry was funny but didn't look it. Sads are the best clowns.

Kreisler said...

Harry wasn't funny - he genuinely didn't know what was going on around him.

R.H. said...

How true.

Tom Sutpen said...


I'm pretty sure you broke our all-time record for Most Comments Posted in One Day. You're off to a roaring start!


That's essentially the Frank Capra line on Langdon, and like much of what Capra said over the years about . . . everything, I can't take it seriously. Leave the motion picture career aside, Harry Langdon was one of the top headliners on the Vaudeville circuit for numerous years. I doubt if you could get anywhere near that pinnacle if you were bereft of the necessary cunning.

R.H. said...

I collapsed at the end, couldn't continue; but thanks very much, it's always heartening to receive an award.