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

Dreamland Destinations #2

Rick's Café Americain (Casablanca, d. Michael Curtiz, 1942)

1 comment :

footman said...

Over the past two weeks I have watched Casablanca, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The Maltese Falcon and The Big Sleep. Serendipity to have viewed your posted photo tonight. The world today appears to leave thoughtful people with their heads spinning. Truth and meaning has become carbonated. Once flat it leads nowhere. Thank you, Leon