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 Cool Hall of Fame #238


Pert Kelton

3 comments :

Operator_99 said...

The original Alice Kramden.

Trashsparkle said...

I'm going to find a print of her for my gallery of "pretend ancestors";)

swac said...

I highly recommend seeking out the pre-code Bed of Roses, where Pert and Constance Bennett play a pair of prostitutes/con artists fresh out of jail. Trying to find a ride into town, Pert propositions a produce delivery man and asks Constance, "Can you drive? I'm going to be in the back helping him sort out his groceries."