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 Gunslinger Guide to Julie Christie #5

8 comments :

mister muleboy said...

Imagine how this profile would be ruined by today's normative demand -- she'd have huge, inflated breasts instead of being the lovely, perky angel pictured here.


Save the ta-tas, indeed. . . .

D Cairns said...

Swing that handbag!

goomba said...

Greatest overbite ever.

Tommy O'C said...

Hey, there, Julie girl.

Fred said...

Waterloo Sunset's fine!

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Off to meet Terry, & cross over the river & feel safe & sound

oops said...

i just came all over your blog

Tom Sutpen said...

Charming.

Thanks for sharing that with us today, Juan-Luis.

Now go watch Arsenal beat the dentures out of Real Madrid.