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 #77

Gloria Grahame


Vanwall said...

"I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me." I coulda handled that regarding Ms Grahame's attentions. Not the most erotic photo of lovely Gloria, I must say - however it conveys much more promise than many others. She was heartbreakingly lovely at times, and was the best of the noir blondes, IMHO.

the heart of the world said...

she had quite the private life

Nick Zegarac said...

A most uncharacteristic snap shot of one of the most underrated of all golden age actresses.

She brought sultry smooth sass to her roles as a noir femme fatale (In A Lonely Place, The Big Combo) and romantic vixen (The Greatest Show on Earth), then realigned our expectations with flaxen hair bubble-headedness (Oklahoma!).

Diversity was her hallmark. She remains a magnificent and multifaceted creature on the screen.