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 #553

Clint Eastwood, Ingrid Pitt, Mary Ure and Richard Burton


Fred said...

Ingrid Pitt used to tell a very funny (and possibly apocryphal) story of Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood competing to see which one of them could get her into bed during the making of that movie.

Autospike said...

My second favorite movie of all time!
Gotta love the dirndl.

Lindsay Vivian said...

"Broad sword to Danny Boy--do you read me? Over"

Bruno Leicht said...

A great flick indeed, spectacular, unbelievable but very entertaining.