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 #35
Sex Education #73

Blaze Starr, Queen of Burlesque and the Two O'Clock Club in Baltimore
(July, 1964)


C. Jerry Kutner said...

Amazing that Ron Shelton's movie Blaze was so sexless.

Brent McKee said...

Not so surprising when you consider that the movie was as much about Earl Long as it was about Miss Starr.

Somehow this picture bothers me and I can't figure out why. Maybe it's the look of her skin. Somehow it just doesn't look "right".

Chris Rywalt said...

It doesn't look right because it's Arbus and hasn't been all Photoshopped. This is what real humans look like, especially when photographed by a sociopath.

swac said...

The old jump blues "It Must Be Jelly ('Cause Jam Don't Shake Like That)" comes to mind.