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 Gunslinger Guide to Natalie Wood #3


MichaelRyerson said...

whatta set of blinkers!

estiv said...

I understand that this photo's perfection has a great deal to do with the combined talents of the photographer, makeup artist, hairdresser, costumer, and jewelry designer as well as Ms. Wood, but who cares. It wouldn't mean much without her.

Nasrudin said...

Oh, my!

The pefections and the imperfections and the perfections and imperfections are pushing and pulling and pushing.

And yet it's just a photo.

Christopher said...

I do believe in sanny claus

doug rogers said...

Damn! Could her eyes get any bigger?