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 #526

The Rossellinis yell at their driver


Maureen said...

So, I wonder, were they the first case of celebrity vs. paparazzi warfare?

Tom Sutpen said...

I think this is from the late 1950s; around the time the classic 'La Dolce vita' paparazzo era began, but about a decade after the Rossellinis true season of notoriety and public scorn (at least in this country).

Back in the 50s, the abysmal traffic situation in Italy was the best thing that ever happened to press photographers. Getting choice images of movie stars and other bottom-feeders acting up was like picking apples off an apple tree.

I just feel sorry for the poor shlubs at the wheel who had to tote these monsters around.