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 #19


Marilyn Monroe
(Miss December, 1953)

7 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Tahnk you guys for the birthday present. Then, at least, they weren't sagging one little bit.

Tom Sutpen said...

You're welcome, Brent.

And on behalf of Signor Cooke and myself, Happy Birthday!!

Rob said...

Thanks, guys, this made my day after 2-1/2 days of driving! Happy B'day Brent! And boy, she had it all, didn't she?

BCNU

sleepybomb said...

this is one of the coolest photos of all time. oh, what a joy! thanks ya'll . . .

Professor Batty said...

...and she had a belly!

Paul C. said...

Bless her for that belly. I'm just not all that turned on by women with six-packs, to be honest. A bit of belly on a woman seems more inviting to me, as if inviting me to run my hand over it and... ahem. Sorry about that, folks.

Tom Sutpen said...

Think nuthin of it. You are excused your, um, enthusiasm (which I must say I share. I never went in for the starved, ripped, commando-girl look).