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

Artists in Action #570

Douglas Fairbanks insists, "I'm on the list. Check again." at the Fourth Annual Motion Pictures Golf Tournament.


Douglas Fairbanks said...

About fucking time I got some love around here.

I was being routinely lauded on various blogspot sites when -- BOOM -- I go dark.

You weasely Hollywood wannabes should sit back and watch the master at work.

Hell -- check out this photo.

No wonder I bagged America's Sweetheart

Brooks said...

And little wonder you dumped her, you vain sob! ;-)

Douglas Fairbanks said...

Brooksie --

If I weren't dead, I'd come over there and swashbuckle yer ass until yer head'd swim.


[when, exactly, did I go from nationals treasure to national punching bag.

that poofy son o' mine helped nothing, I'll tell ya that . . . . ]