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

They Were Collaborators #511


Gibson Gowland and Joan Crawford

4 comments :

H. P. L. said...

Looks like the beginning of the career for Crawford. Where is this from?

swac said...

I think this is the long-lost "extreme dentistry" scene from Greed.

Tom Sutpen said...

Gowland and Crawford appeared in MGM's 1928 production of Rose Marie, but whether this is a still from that (if it is, then it's already the most interesting version of that warhorse), or a publicity shot . . . or perhaps an image totally unrelated to that film . . . I was unable to divine. Making it a 'Collaborators' was the only available option.

Molly said...

I love this one