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

Seminal Image #971

Boy and Bicycle
(Ridley Scott; 1965)


estiv said...

I like to think that I'm not overly literal-minded, but still...where's the boy? Where's the bicycle?

Tom Sutpen said...

In the rest of the film.

In fact, it's pretty much all that one sees for the entire 27 minute duration of Boy and Bicycle: A kid (portrayed by the future auteur of Days of Thunder and Crimson Tide, Tony Scott) riding all over the countryside on his bike.

It's actually not a bad movie.