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 #34


The Illusionist
(Sylvain Chomet; 2010)

2 comments :

Richard Gibson said...

I loved this film - caught it on the big screen and as someone that loves Tati can't recommend it enough.

Max Allan Collins said...

It's a small -- maybe not so small -- miracle, having a new and wonderful Tati film after all these years. When Tati enters the film in black-and-white at the beginning, I know one Tati fan whose eyes welled with tears. Me.