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

Sex Education #162

Jane Russell in Raoul Walsh’s The Revolt of Mamie Stover (1955), from a screenplay by the ever-intriguing Sydney Boehm.


Scott Is NOT A Professional said...

Where, oh, where is a time machine when a man needs one?

Jessica R. said...

She completely walks away with one of my favorites, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

swac said...

Sydney sure did have a good run in the early '50s, didn't he? I had no idea Rough Night in Jericho was written by the same guy who penned The Big Heat, I should revisit that one.