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

Treading the Boards #31

Man Who Came to Dinner
Mary Wickes, Theodore Newton and Monty Woolley in the original Broadway production of The Man Who Came to Dinner.


Timmy said...

That nose should be in the wheelchair...

justjack said...

Mary Wickes, what a brilliant comic actress. Just saw her in a 1948 comedy called "June Bride" (starring Bette Davis & Robert Montgomery). Every scene Wickes in in, she makes better.

Bette, otoh, gives every indication of being forced to act by virtue of an off-camera rifle pointed at her head. One of the most remarkably obvious "f@*k-you" performances I've ever seen. And yet the movie is still enjoyable, thanks to Montgomery, and especially to the talented character actors. Like Mary Wickes.

la peregrina said...

justjack- best review of June Bride I have ever read. :)

Peter Yezukevich said...

"I may vomit."