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 Art of the Centerfold #4

Lori Winston
(Miss June, 1964)


Ivan G. said...

"Hey there, little schoolgirl--I'm a little schoolboy too..."

Brent McKee said...

You do realise that she is probably someone's grandmother by now. But she does look like a real girl next door, with the noticable absence of zeppelins moored to her ribs.

Rob said...

Ever woke up with grass in your mouth and sore knees? No? Wanna go campin'?


Anonymous said...

My God she was posing the month I was born.

Here's some more info on her.

swac said...

Miss June is bustin' out all over...