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 Art of the Girlie Mag #10

The Vagabond
(vol. 1, #1; November, 1960)


Mr DeBakey said...

As is my wont, I'm using this Blog as my guide to popular culture.

My local library is gathering together for me
- Sweet Smell of Success, and
- The Pajama Game
Both released in 1957.
Both starring Ms Nichols.

I should have 'em tomorrow.
Gotta love it.

Tommy O'C said...

Ms. Nichols did have a very alluring quality. In fact, there are two photos of her on this very blog, one, in her nightie...

swac said...

By a bizarre coincidence, I picked up a cheap copy of Where the Boys Are a couple of days after this post, not even knowing Ms. Nichols was in the film (Lola, can you do the fandango?).