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

Marilyn in Action #29

Marilyn dries


Tempest said...

Joe - You schmuck.
You fell for this?

To some extent we make our own hell.
Glad the fates spared me from one like this. *touch wood*

rookgaroo said...

This picture was taken just before the six-car pile-up.

tristan said...

was she auditioning for hitchcock's rear window ?

Brent McKee said...

Harpo Marx said that he wanted a child in every window of his house waving at him when he came home. I'd settle for this!

Vanwall said...

Just for a fleeting moment, she really was the Girl Next Door.

Marshall-Stacks said...

and no peace, even after all this time.
Listed on ebay the burial niche above her, is currently at US$4million.
The present occupant's widow is removing him so she can finance her acre in 90210.
What would you pay, to spend eternity over Miss Marilyn?
The only way this business could get tackier is if the cemetery owners hit the widow for their cut.
Why am I sure this will in fact occur?