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 Publicity #14


Original Caption:

Hollywood -- Liberace, piano-playing idol of women television audiences, revealed that he hopes to marry Joanne Rio, 24, the "Girl of his Dreams", in a year. In an exclusive United Press interview, Liberace confided he had proposed and hoped to marry Joanne within the year "if she really loves me and wants to wait for me." He said concert, television and film commitments would keep him from marrying for a year. Here, the two are shown during a recent date at a Hollywood supper club. (1954)

3 comments :

Henry Bemis said...

It is certainly a good thing that our culture has come so far. I mean now we openly accept, even celebrate our natural sexual diversity.

There are people that would agree with what I just said. And then there are the rest of us that see it as sarcasm.

I love this "Golden Age of Publicity" thread especially.

Thank you so much for another great post.

Dan said...

Caption: "No, the white sable coat is his. The mink is mine. Get me another gin."

SomeNYGuy said...

I'm sure he must have slept with somebody at that table ... just not Joanne.