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

The Cool Hall of Fame #189

Terry Southern


Robert Fiore said...

Sort of the Orson Welles of screenwriters in the sense of having a brilliant beginning followed by a long period of not getting movies made, the difference being that it's much harder for a screenwriter to get a movie made than an actor/director.

Testify said...

Hmm, further to my musings at Artists in Action 575 I'm beeginning to wonder if Brando isn't the elephant in the room (pun intended). Candy links Brando to Southern, Waterfront links him to Kazan and Schulberg (see above),Reflections in a Golden Eye links him to Huston. Can we expect an Easter explosion of Brando-ness?