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

The Art of Cinema #422


The Blackbird
(Tod Browning; 1926)

5 comments :

Douglas Fairbanks said...

I'm sorry, but Lon Chaney was a fucking hack who shouldn't have been remembered in 1939, much less 2009.

Please don't celebrate him, or his "work," anymore.

He couldn't have carried my scabbard . . . .






Aaarrgggh -- I hate that guy. . . . . !

Fred said...

This is definitely not what Sir Paul had in mind when he wrote that tune.

Christopher said...

BLUE!

swac said...

Don't worry Doug, I just read moirafinnie's appraisal of the restored Robin Hood over on TCM, and you'll be happy to know I'm stoked to see it. Even after reading what Allan Dwan said about you.

Douglas Fairbanks said...

swac -- I think that Robin Hood is ideal viewing for Americans on Thanksgiving.

Even Allan Dwan, to whom I wish a Happy Thanksgiving and deeply-felt efforts to fuck himself!

Sorry, TSut -- I hate to work blue, but these sonsaguns do it to me every time. It all starts with that bastard Chaney . . . .