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 Gunslinger Guide to Natalie Wood #22

Natalie settles for silver.


Robert Fiore said...

Jingle jangle jingle. I wouldn't kick her off a boat.

estiv said...

This photo could serve as the single primary source for a full dissertation in cultural studies. I love Hollywood.

Andy 7 said...

If Natalie Wood was a gunslinger, there's be a whole lot know.

Richard Gibson said...


wjb said...

those eyebrows are something else