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

The Golden Age of Prurience #40


Homo Hill
(Matt Bradley; 1963)

Guest Contributor: Dave Cash

6 comments :

Steve said...

"today's homosexual explosion"... hmm, that coulda been a dirty joke....

shahn said...

i like how the character is all in shadow except for his ...uh, lower torso.
couldn't get away with that in film.

swac said...

That is the strangest looking man batch I've ever seen. What's he got down there, a sandwich maker?

Vanwall said...

Could be rolled-up gym sock; can't see which hankie color he's sporting, so it could be anything alive or dead.

Tom Sutpen said...

Only his tailor knows for sure.

swac said...

Looks more like a bargain pack of six socks...