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

This Week's Weegee #54


Geoff said...

post processing?

cool regardless

Troy: Theatre Promotions Guru said...
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Christopher said...

=:oO d'ooooooooohhhhh!i'm blind!!!
That'll teach ya not ta stare back at the projection booth and mutter things like 'start the feckin' picture already!!"

Tommy O'C said...

This wouldn't be the old Paramount Theater, would it? Several photos of Sinatra wound up in "Naked City" but this wasn't one of them.

Tommy O'C said...

No, too many men in the audience and they're way older than Sinatra's "teeny-bopper" audience in the Forties.