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 #985


The Asphalt Jungle
(John Huston; 1950)

1 comment :

justjack said...

Coincidentally, just last night I watched The Badlanders, a western-styled remake of The Asphalt Jungle starring Alan Ladd and Ernest Borgnine. It transferred pretty well to the oater genre, with plenty of action and an interesting racial angle that was not in the original, and which provided the protagonists with a chance at redemption that didn't require the ultimate price.

Seems like I've been seeing W.R. Burnett's name on a lot of movies lately...