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 #119

Bettie Page


Broom said...

God rest ye merry, Gentlemen,
let nothing you distract.
Remember Bettie our temptor
was once the starring act.
To save us all from curtain call,
with her amazing form,
Good tidings of lustfulness and joy.

Vanwall said...

I second that sentiment!

Brent McKee said...

A bit overdressed isn't she?

swac said...

I believe that's her winter ensemble.

I always did like the jingle belles...

anodyne Brownie said...

Dear Miss Page was feisty enough to do what she did, and graceful enough to retire and resist all the imploring of those who would make more money from her than she did herself.