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

Seminal Image #834


The Professionals
(Richard Brooks; 1966)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Not only one the very best adventure films, or westerns, or political satires, it is above all a damned tough film - hell, even the women are pretty damn tough. It is endlessly quotable, beautifully directed and acted, and damn, it's hard to tell who was hotter, the babes or the desert. When Lancaster's character, after one of the best sustained action sessions in film, finally has to shoot possibly the only woman he might've loved, and she shows why she's worth a hundred grand, why, there was nobody in film ever tougher than those two.