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

A Is For Arbus #16

The young heiress Mia Villiers-Farrow (April, 1964)


Miss F said...

thanKs for sharing this picture. the luminosity of her right leG makes it look like it's just a paper cut-out pasted on the picTure. i think it makes the picTure more straNge and mysterious and aLLurinG. i never th0ught mia farr0w was this gorgeous when she was y0ung.

Tom Sutpen said...

That's probably because everyone was busy wondering what she was doing getting mixed up with Frank Sinatra.

By the way, I think there's a lag on your shift key :^)