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

Elisha Cook Jr. Gets the Shaft Again #5

Livery operator Elisha Cook Jr. probably isn't going to be collecting those stable fees from Tom Horn. (William Wiard; 1980)


Frank Coleman said...

I'm really pleased this series has taken off. It just keeps on giving, doesn't it?

Lately, the Mrs. and I have been developing the opinion that Klaus Kinski was the Elisha Cook Jr. of the Krimi films.

Can't think of a pithy way to sum that up, though.

swac said...

I'd say that works. Except Kinski was a lunatic that was better off avoided, while Cook gave every indication that he was probably a nice guy off the screen.