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

Jesters of the Republic #20

Paul Lynde


Peteski said...

The center square.

R.H. said...

Hey! I had a cardigan like that!

Mr DeBakey said...

Peter Marshall: Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather?
Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.

Peter Marshall: When you pat a dog on its head he will usually wag his tail. What will a goose do?
Paul Lynde: Make him bark.

And so forth

estiv said...

I felt sad, though not really surprised, when I learned that he was basically an alcoholic who drank himself to death. It must have been tough to be half in and half out of the closet. But he was a kind of fifth column for gay rights, showing up in millions of homes five times a week, and deserves respect for playing the court jester, telling a version of the truth in the form of jokes.

ilduce said...

"Center Square: The Paul Lynde Story" by Steve Wilson is well worth reading for interesting insight into his life(and drinking)

What a great picture of him! I know from the biography he battled being overweight and the various body issues that entails, in his younger years.

swac said...

That drawing on the wall behind him reminds me of Cocteau...

I grew up loving any TV appearance by Lynde--even doing voice work on the cartoon Where's Huddles?--or Charles Nelson Reilly. And yet I wound up being straight. Go figure.

harkin said...

I went to a non-show biz party in Hollywood in the mid-70s ( I was about 17) and he was there, sitting on the back lawn, telling stories and answering everybody's questions. I asked him about working with Harvey Lembeck, Tim Carey and Larry Storch and he kind of gave me a funny look because everyone wanted to know about Bewitched or Hollywood Squares. When I asked him if he'd ever discussed Shakespeare with Maurice Evans he almost spit out his drink.

Nice man

nyc_denizen said...

Dean Martin + Paul Lynde = Jocularity ensuingism.