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 #70

Jane Fonda


Anonymous said...

She has the smile of an angel
(Fights like the Devil)
The eyes of an angel
(Bites like the Devil)
The face of an angel
(I say she's the Devil)
(She's mean and evil through and through)

Cat Ballou (Cat Ballou)
Cat Ball-ou-ou-ou (Cat Ballou)
She's mean and evil through and through

Love that movie.

Vanwall said...

Why are you weepin', weepin', sister?
Where have your lovers all gone?

”I'm old and gray, and I've lost my way,
All my tomorrows were yesterday”

You've bartered your graces,
For fine silks and laces -
Your heart’s been sold
For silver and gold,
And now…you…are old!

Yeah, loved it, too. ;-)

estiv said...

I can't tell if that look on her face means that the gun-as-phallus idea was hers, and she wants to be sure that we get it, or that it was the photographer's idea, and she has no clue what's going on.