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

Where the Boys Are #15

tonycurtis
Tony Curtis

5 comments :

marietta said...

I`ve got a notion,he has a unfortunale disposition,the youg curtis.

Christopher said...

Fred!..Its Stony Curtis!

Fred said...

He'll always be Bernie to me.

Tommy O'C said...

Yonda lies da beach house of my fadda.

Tempest said...

One Saturday night in Honolulu back in 1990 he strolled in a TCBY Yogurt arm and arm with a good looking lady -he had mane of white hair, seem to be enjoying her company (His wife? Who knows?)-bit of a belly-well dressed.
Seemed like a regular guy (and that's how I treated him-left him alone.) I was -for a moment- 6 degrees of separation from....

[Burt Lancaster holding an unlit cigarette]
J.J. Hunsecker: "Match me, Sidney."