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 Centerfold #53


Marion Scott (Miss May, 1956)

7 comments :

Sock MonKey 1 said...

That thing could put your eye out.

twister said...

I think with just a little time, it'd put out your fire.

marietta said...

Entspanne dich Marion.

STARTOONZ said...

"That nipple is seriously beckoning!"

Inquiring Camera Girl said...

I agree with you all about the crazy looking nipple. Could it be prosthetic? It looks like the makeup department over at over at Playboy of wherever taped a little nobbin on there for effect.

swac said...

This takes "come hither" to a whole other dimension.

Dan said...

Nice German girl.