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

P is for Pulp #46


Mammoth Western
(January, 1949)

12 comments :

Maureen said...

You go, Girrrl.

Peter Nellhaus said...

How dare you look at my almost exposed breasts popping out of my virtually unbuttoned shirt, you sexist pig, you!

Christopher said...

western mammoths!

Mac said...

They should've made this movie where Susan Hayward beats the crap out of James Dean. Or that could be Jimmy Dean. Lee J. Cobb as the barkeep?

Christopher said...

thats the BEER thats On Tap cowboy!..the BEER!

Tempest said...

Hellzapoppin!

tristan said...

... any saturday night or sunday morning in our kitchen ...

Brooks said...

Miss Misty finally lost it when the oddly Flamboyant Cowboy winced in disgust at her bosom.

swac said...

Definitely thought about Susan Hayward as well.

I guess you couldn't let a good Western yarn go brawl-less.

Brent McKee said...

Grand Tetons indeed.

Milan said...

So she's facing south? How are you supposed to be able to tell she's facing south? The shadows? But it's in a murky saloon ...

Okay, whatever. Mammoth Western but perfect Eastern.

Tommy O'C said...

Damn, for 1949, this was blazin' in the saddle. Even for 2009, it's an eyeful.