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

They Were Collaborators #606

loseybogard
Joseph Losey and Dirk Bogarde

2 comments :

Will said...

I felt so lucky to discover Bogarde and Losey through The Servant. (Not lucky enough to have discovered it a decade ago.) I immediately began following their work.

A great photo too!

houseofmirthandmovies said...

This photo is ridiculously suave. I love both of them to death, and have been enjoying reading Dirk Bogarde's Letters as of late.