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

Artists in Action #630


Ingmar Bergman gazes into the jaws of Hollywood's future.

7 comments :

swac said...

Dang, a repost! Lemme find something else...

swac said...

Actually, this photo appeared on here nearly 4 years ago in a cropped version (on the occasion of the auteur's passing), so I'll leave it up, unless someone objects.

Greg said...

I object! How dare you put up a... nah, just kidding. I mean, four years ago. As long as they're more than a year apart, who's going to care?

Christopher said...

hmmmm Wild Jawberries

swac said...

Ingmar had nothing to fear, the shark was quite full after eating its seventh seal.

estiv said...

When (cinematic, aesthetic, ethical) worlds collide.

The shark was quite full after eating its seventh seal.

swac, you are my hero, at least for today.

Fred said...

Since it seems Bergman has had a longer influence on cinema than Jaws, is it safe to say the shark jumped the Swede?