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

Harlow to a T

Jean Harlow: The Girl from Missouri herself.

Born on this day in 1911, which would make her too old to contemplate.

Here's one of her more alluring poses: Aphrodite in Griffith Park.


swac said...

Jean Harlow died for our sins.

I'm not a Catholic, but this photo is setting off the "impure thought" alarm big time.

Tom Sutpen said...

I know whereof you speak.

If you've ever seen Charles Brabin's "Beast of the City", virtually all of Harlow's performance in the film is like that photo. She's like a floating cloud of sex...ruff

Rob said...

Great pic! Jean was just blatantly sensuous regardless of what she was wearing, or not, ;-) and this is actually the kind of shot that makes how patently obvious all the blondes that followed are out of their league. She could exite eunuchal things, like trees and rocks.