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 #24


In Part Twenty-Four . . . the penultimate edition of The Hitchcock/Truffaut Tapes . . . we
fly into the everlasting mystery of The Birds (1963)

2 comments :

Timmy said...

A fine motion picture. I have watched it several dozens of times. Some parts are more reviewable than others, but overall, it's a must see. This explanation of Hitch's inner composing of this movie is a wonderfully rich discussion. Thanx...

swac said...

"All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon when we're poisoning pigeons in the park..."