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

Treading the Boards #4

Sam Wanamaker and Ingrid Bergman in the 1946-47 production of Joan of Lorraine for which Bergman won a Tony. In 1948 it was made into a film, Joan of Arc, directed by Victor Fleming, with the play-within-a-play motif entirely removed.


newspeak101 said...

John Stossel, what a schmuck.

Tom Sutpen said...


If that doesn't receive this year's prize for Non Sequitur Comment of the Year . . . it's only because we don't give out prizes on this blog.

Greg said...

Sam does bear a mild resemblance to Stossel, maybe that's where he was going. Thanks to my children watching "Wizard People, Dear Reader" a few years ago I now always think of Sam's daughter, Zoe, as "Catface Meowmers." I'm sure she would not be pleased.

Tommy O'C said...

I thought he was Josef Stalin for a split second.