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 Art of the Close-Up #9


Paths of Glory
(Cinematographer: Georg Krause)
(Stanley Kubrick; 1957)

5 comments :

shadyguy said...

Awesome movie, and a great picture. :)

marietta said...

In this face of a soldier,united a lot of chivalrys as:couage,bravery,resolution and manhood,great picture.

Loyolalaw98 said...

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

Awaits alike th'inevitable hour.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

marietta said...

Ich hatte "courage" geschrieben,wer schmiert in meinen Commentaren herum?Ist es vielleicht der Mülleimerlieferant?

Gerard Saylor said...

What a clusterfuck. A truism to war is that civilians always get it in the neck. But, to stab in the back the very soldiers you are supposed to lead and protect?