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

Sex Education #64

Barbara Nichols


SomeNYGuy said...

Loved, loved, LOVED her! WHERE THE BOYS ARE (life ain't all beer and roses!), SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS (laid out like a delicatessen -- don't tell Sidney!), THE PAJAMA GAME (Poopsie!), and perhaps most hilariously (because it was a "straight" leading lady role) THE HUMAN DUPLICATORS. Chronologically between Ethel Merman and Cyndi Lauper, she was Queens, NY's greatest ambassador to the world.

Tommy O'C said...

"Here's mud in your column."