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 Golden Age of Prurience #14


Adult Art Films
(vol. 1, #1; July, 1963)

1 comment :

Anonymous said...

This type of advertising, the colors and the hint of salaciousness which was often fulfilled, was just the kind of poster outside the Portofino Theater in Scottsdale, AZ - the come-on for the "art" flim crowd. All the more intriguing for young Rob and friends, who took every opportunity to sneak in, after being dropped off for the more family-oriented matinee at another theater up the street. Just walking past could fill one's mind with the most amazing images.

BCNU,