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

Seminal Image #556
Sex Education #67


Claudette Colbert bathes in asses milk in The Sign of the Cross.
(Cecil B. DeMille; 1932)

3 comments :

Brent McKee said...

Everytime I see this image I can't help but wonder if old CB (or Claudette) might not have slipped a hint of nipple past the censors. In today's climate, dominated by moralists who object to "wardrobe malfunctions" and the use of the phrase "tits over ass" at the Emmys it makes you wonder if we haven't slipped back a bit over the years.

Anonymous said...

Claudette looks pretty at ease in that milk bath

Paul C. said...

There's an old story about the making of SIGN OF THE CROSS that I enjoy. On the set of the film Colbert's female assistant would always be diligent about covering her boss with a bath robe between takes. De Mille tried to be quick enough to sneak a peek, but to no avail. Reminds me of the movies he made- scenes of decadance and peekable sexuality justified (Excused?) by moral reckoning.