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

Men of the West #28

Jack Elam


Dan DeVona said...

Looks like Jack's done shot hisself another sheriff.

Vanwall said...

Elam could represent every era of Hollywood western, and throw in spaghettis, too.

Booksteve said...

If you look closely, it seems like Ward Bond's in every western ever made. After Bond died, seems like Elam took that over! I hear he was a great guy, too!

swac said...

One of those classic movie tabloids did a big feature on Elam a few years ago, and he came across as a terrific guy who just loved being in movies and was forever grateful he could make a dollar off his ugly mug.

He sure did make the most of it.