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

Artists in Action #488

Jayne Mansfield does her laundry


Loye said...

Oddly enough, I never ran into any women dressed like this when I used to go to the laundromat.

swac said...

And I've never seen anyone use a mic stand to do their laundry!

And please, no "ring around the collar jokes."

michaelE said...

Somebody's never been to a laundromat, *cough* swac. The "mic stand" has an arm at the top for hangars.

swac said...

I've heard of hanging on the telephone, but that's ridiculous!

Just kidding, I see now that thing is attached to the basket. I guess that's how she kept the wrinkles out of her delicate unmentionables.

Vanwall said...

Her delicate unmentionables were hanging from a much more substantial rack.

swac said...