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

but did you read the book? #19

The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham, adapted for the screen in 1963


Links Panel said...

Yes, I read it after my friends told me about seeing the movie. Though I was but a young teenager, I thought it was a good story. Don't remember how well written it was, as it's been about 45 years since I read it.

chris y said...

Wyndham wasn't a bad writer, although some of his later books (The Midwich Cuckoos, the Chrysalids) were better. I think the book was definitely better than the movie. The characters were far more developed and ambivalent.

DaveJ said...

And of course, The Midwich Cuckoos became The Village of the Damned.