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 #521

Orson Welles turns away from the light


Revelations said...

We will sell no wine before it's time.

Alex said...

Gosh. What a personality!

It looks like he's somewhere in Spain shooting material for 'Chimes at Midnight'. It's his adaptation of Shakespeare's Henry IV plays, and it is an awesome masterpiece, better far than either Macbeth or Othello (no mean feat), but so entangled in copyright issues that it can't easily be seen. My Spanish DVD is compromised by the typical soundtrack issues that fans of Welles have to accept - looping years later, stand-ins owing to actor unavailability - but it is still for my money the best filmed Shakespeare in English (just about pipped at the post for Best Ever by Kosintsev's Soviet-era Russian 'Hamlet').

Welles Plays Falstaff in the film, and boy, does he lead from the front.