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 #536


Steve MacQueen gets a load of Ann-Margret and Tuesday Weld.

9 comments :

Flickhead said...

Ann looks like she just got a load of him.

swac said...

Oh, that Cincinatti kid.

Peteski said...

Is it Tuesday already?

Vanwall said...

If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium.

Vladimir Estragon said...

You paid the looking price, Steve. Lessons is extra.

Hobson said...

One of my favorite movies ever

Robert Fiore said...

There were not a lot of women who could render Tuesday Weld a second choice . . .

Tom Sutpen said...

Hope you don't mind, but I changed this to a 'Collaborators' entry; given the fact that it was taken on the set of a film in which all three were appearing.

I always wondered if Ann-Margret and Tuesday Weld compared notes on Elvis. One can only imagine . . .

swac said...

That's okay Tom, I thought about it after the fact, but just didn't get back to it.