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 Prurience #54


Confidential
(November, 1969)

11 comments :

Chuck V. said...
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Chuck V. said...

The zombie head is from a 1979 film. How did it end up in a 1969 magazine? Or does someone just really dislike Polanski?

Cinebeats said...

Strange faux cover

Tom Sutpen said...

As you now see, the image that should have been uploaded and placed as an entry in this spot now takes its rightful place.

It would help, I suppose, if I actually checked my entries before posting them (it would also help if I didn't rush headlong through this process) . . . but at least I caught it, albeit three hours late. Anyway, forgive the momentary confusion (as well as the unintended glimpse into this blogger's methods).

Geoff said...

god

Testify said...

Nancy Sinatra Got Her Boobs Blown Up AND A Monkee made Me Pregnant!!!
This is the greatest magazine EVER!!!

Testify said...

Nancy Sinatra Got Her Boobs Blown Up AND A Monkee made Me Pregnant!!!
This is the greatest magazine EVER!!!

Cinebeats said...

Thanks for the explanation, Tom. But it's an even stranger untouched, because the headlines are real!

Chuck V. said...

Oh, no apology necessary, but might I inquire about the origins of the picture you originally posted?

r.j. said...

I saw him having dinner at the Luau Restaurant on Rodeo Dr., the night before he decided to do a Jackie Gleason, "Away we go!"

rookgaroo said...

Judy, get me William Gaines over at Mad Magazine...
...Bill? Hi, Jim from Confidential here. How's things over at your end? Super...super...Listen, Bill, the reason I'm calling--I'm up against a deadline here for November and I'm running a little light. I was wondering...do you fellas have any filler you could float my way? So far I've got tuberculosis, student unrest, and that crazy Manson sonofabitch. If you could just let me have a couple of pieces to flesh out the issue I'd owe you in a big way...Ah, thanks Bill. I knew I could count on you...I won't forget this.