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

Welcome to Show Business! #6

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Hollywood -- In a familiar swashbuckling role, Errol Flynn makes his first appearance before Hollywood cameras in several years as he duels with a screen villain. A maiden in distress is naturally the cause of the sword play. Flynn portrays the 15th century poet adventurer Francois Villon in 'The Sword of Villon', which will be shown on NBC-TV's Screen Directors Playhouse, April 4. (1956)


R.H. said...

Errol aged very quickly, but made it to fifty. Well done. If I was that good looking I'd have been dead by thirty.

R.H. said...

And I've just noticed that phallus on his head. Golly, Hollywood humour.

Flickhead said...

I can smell the vodka seeping out through his pores from here!

swac said...

Hmmm...Jesters of the Pub?

R.H. said...

George Orwell said everyone's got the face they deserve by fifty. Errol at fifty looked like Hal Porter at seventy. But Hal of course was more of a lady than a ladies man.