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 #536


Boris Karloff smiles for the camera

9 comments :

Christopher said...

the ever smooth dapper Gent..

swac said...

He was such a pratt.

Loye said...

What a great photo. I would have never recognized him.

Kreisler said...

Terrible actor, even worse left arm spin bowler.

Fred said...

Happy Halloween, Boris!

tristan said...

i once heard alistair cooke saying that the first time he drove through pasadena he saw a cricket match going on and karloff was bowling

hcb said...

great actor. Frankenstein's monster was James Dean with stitches and electrodes

mister muleboy said...

I can't understand why you describe the subject as Boris Karloff when it plainly is Abe Vigoda. . . .

Vanwall said...

"I must stop Christmas from coming, somehow!"