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 #551


Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert

8 comments :

Inukshuk said...

Hummm..., mainstream critics... Maybe at one time...

Jean Siskill said...

I really couldn't stand that fat fucker -- but I loved him!

Steve C. said...

Still one of my primary influences, God love 'em.

Patrick M~ said...

How close was this to being a "They were an item"?

Bing said...

I love Roger Ebert.
Did you see this already?
http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2009/02/i_remember_gene.html

Stash said...

The worst thing that ever happened to film....

swac said...

The worst thing that ever happened to film....
Because they paved the way for Michael Medved?

rick gleitsmann said...

I remember Siskel's criteria for judging how bad a movie was: would a movie with just the stars sitting around talking be more interesting?