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 #836


Scarface: The Shame of the Nation
(Howard Hawks; 1932)

4 comments :

Vanwall said...

Muni, the chameleon. The only give-away in all his roles were his crazy eyes - they never seemed at rest.

shahn said...

Beautiful still; it says it all.

VP81955 said...

Muni...still the real Scarface (apologies to Al Pacino). And as much as I love the luminous Michelle Pfeiffer, in the '83 version she's no Ann Dvorak.

R.H. said...

They didn't know what shame was in '32. It took Dickie to show 'em.