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 #14

Maria McBane
(Miss May, 1965)


Brooklyn Blowhard said...

I love it when you post these women of the past: no implants, natural curves and, as far as I no, not as much air brushing.
Good job.

swac said...

There's something in her stare...anger, gives me chills.

Anonymous said...

Theres something in her stare that gives me a hard on!

swac said...

Uh...thanks for sharing.

jeff said...

To me, her expression seems to be saying, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

But, uh, yeah... nothing better than natural curves.

Anonymous said...

i must fuck