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

They Were an Item #49

David Hemmings and Gayle Hunnicutt, here seen arriving at London Airport (now Heathrow) in August 1967.


R.H. said...

Women looked dreadful in the sixties.

swac said...

That was the month I was born!

Why does Hemmings look more like Marty Feldman?

Richard Gibson said...

She certainly had big hair, if that's what you mean.

My guess is that Hemmings was preparing for his role in 'The Charge of the Light Brigade'.

I can only guess he was a little jet-lagged perhaps, which may account for the gammy-eye...

Steven Augustine said...

"Dreadful"? *Dreadful*? Define "dreadful". The woman in the photo had the kind of hair that would seriously impede any efforts to win a gold medal in the 400m freestyle: granted. On the other hand, there's a good chance that her facial features were only make-up (not scalpel or injection) enhanced and her body parts were real (not inflatable) and she actually weighed more than thirty kilos... how many of today's trans-human starlets can say the same? I'll take Old School artifice any time.