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 Frame Within the Frame #19

The Awful Truth
(Leo McCarey; 1937)


Tempest said...

Dalai Lama Rule Number 4

"Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck."

This rule works for women to.

J. G. said...

excelente, me encanta el sabor inglés del lugar

justjack said...

A 99% masterpiece comedy, stone cold hilarious, with the flattest, deadest final 5 minutes that I can ever remember seeing.

Timmy said...

That June Allison was one of the most cornball goodie two shoeish unbeautes I ever had to watch. I really hope for her familys' sake that she was a closet drunk, or junky.

Tom Sutpen said...

Uhhhh . . . that's not June Allyson (who I think was still a dancer at this point), that's Irene Dunne.

Timmy said...

(oh, never mind....)

Peter Yezukevich said...

Grant in that pose would make for a neat life-size cardboard cutout, for your own screwball moments at home.