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 #18


Blondes Don't Give a Damn
(by Michael Skinner)
(Kozy Books; 1963)

3 comments :

swac said...

For the life of me, I can't figure out why that guy in the background looks so downcast. Looks like a win-win to me.

Brent McKee said...

Maybe it's the realization that after those two finish ripping each other's hair out it will be time for "making up sex" and he won't be invited.

Rob said...

If this was a Strange Sister type of novel, he's probably gay - maybe they're fighting over an empty salon chair. ;-) Either way, it's a minor masterpiece of exploitation covers. Too bad the originals are probably long gone, they would be an interesting collection.