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

Artists in Action #509

Alfred Hitchcock yawns


F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

What a guy.
My favourite of his many droll remarks is from the set of something with the adorable Tallulah, when the cast complained to him that she went up the ladder with no knickers and would he do something about it - he said
"as soon as I figure out whether it is a costume or hairdressing issue".

Kreisler said...

Always the voyeur then

diego cumplido said...

excellent picture!! good job Tom!

Joanne said...

I thought he was yodelling.

swac said...

Was this when Truffaut was grilling him about The Paradine Case?